In a single graceful leap, Damien hopped into the boat. He held a white crystal stone in his hand, inserting it into an empty slot, causing the highly advanced engine to roar to life. Firmly grasping the round handle, he began piloting the boat. Turning to Olivia, he inquired, "Aren't you joining me?" He noted with a hint of amusement that she was quite tall for someone of her stature.
Even as he asked, Olivia was already seated comfortably on the white couch just behind him.
A day had passed, with the sleek white boat gently navigating downstream along the expansive river, its azure waters teeming with aquatic life. The river meandered like a serpentine path, never truly adhering to a straight course.
