A few weeks after receiving their majestic vessel from the local shipyard, Minos and his party completed their preparations for the great voyage.
The ship was loaded with supplies carefully selected by the crew, who had worked to ensure that everything was in order. The moment of departure had arrived, and the port of Marrin, with its busy docks and calm waters, would soon be a distant memory.
The golden morning sun reflected off the calm waters, casting shimmering sparkles that seemed to dance around the boat as it drifted away from the quay. Standing at the stern of the ship, Minos closed his eyes, allowing himself to feel the gentle caress of the sea breeze against his skin.
The wind carried the salty smell of the sea and the promise of adventures to come. A thought appeared in his mind like a whisper of destiny. 'Time to face our destiny.'
