The next actor on stage was older, with a grizzled appearance that fit the role of Captain Harding perfectly. Harding was a retired Navy officer, now working as a security consultant on the ship. He was supposed to be a mentor figure, someone who had seen it all but was still sharp and quick. He didn't speak much, but when he did, his words carried weight.
The actor began his audition, delivering his lines with a steady, gravelly voice. There was a calm authority in his tone, the kind that made you want to listen. Zinnia felt a chill run down her spine. She could almost see Captain Harding standing on the ship's deck, squinting at the horizon, calculating every move, every risk.
Ricardo raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. "He's got it," he murmured. "That's Harding."
Zinnia nodded, feeling a bit of relief. "Finally."
