The sun had already risen, but its warm rays were obscured by a thick blanket of fog that hung over the beach, The crew members of the ship bustled about, their figures appearing like specters as they prepared the vessel for another day of sailing. The sounds of their footsteps echoed against the wooden deck, accompanied by the clinking of metal and the occasional shout of commands.
Kaelen, still groggy from sleep, slowly opened his eyes, the yawn escaping his lips breaking the silence of the morning. As he stood up, he took in the bustling scene around him, his senses gradually awakening to the tasks at hand.
In the distance, he spotted Han and Roland engaged in conversation, their voices carrying faintly through the fog. Kaelen's gaze shifted to his slumbering friend, Damian, who lay sprawled on the ground, oblivious to the world with a contented snore
