On the yacht, the atmosphere changed into a whirlwind of confusion and anxiety. Crew members rushed to the deck and started shouting urgent orders and called for help over each other. While worried whispers filled the air, eyes searched the vast stretch of water for any sign of Melody.
Morgan's jaw tightened, and his face changed into a mask of worry and stress. He looked straight at the crew member, and his eyes were sharp with anger. "Prepare the motorboats immediately. We must find her before it's too late," he muttered, his voice tinged with a mix of annoyance and concern.
The crew member nodded, and his face showed a mix of fear and resolve. He moved quickly to do what Morgan told him to do. He told the rest of the crew what to do with a sense of urgency that matched the seriousness of the situation.
