Bright sunlight spilled across the silent sea, a light breeze brushing the surface, creating ripples that rippled softly.
A massive cargo ship plowed through the water, sailing towards the direction illuminated by the sun.
The old captain standing in the pilothouse raised his binoculars, staring at the distant scenery.
In front of the ship, at the edge of the line of sight, an expansive and seemingly boundless fog obscured the path ahead.
"How far are we from Newland Port?"
The captain put down his binoculars and turned to the young sailor operating the instruments beside him.
"Less than twenty nautical miles, sir."
The young sailor looked up, the vast fog clearly visible without the need for binoculars, "That fog over there should be covering Newland City-State."
"Can we get in touch with Newland Port?"
The captain picked up his binoculars again and asked quietly.
"We can't make contact."
