The next morning, Ophelia woke up early, the dim light filtering through her cabin window signaling the approaching dawn. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she rose from her bed, feeling the gentle sway of the ship beneath her feet.
Stepping outside her cabin, Ophelia was greeted by the cool morning breeze and the soft whispers of the sea. The sky above was painted in hues of pink and orange as the sun began its ascent on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the tranquil waters.
Despite the early hour, there was a sense of quiet anticipation in the air as the crew prepared for the day ahead. Ophelia could hear the faint sounds of activity coming from the deck as the sailors went about their tasks, their voices hushed in the stillness of the morning.
