The soft creak of the ship echoed as morning broke. The rising sun cast a golden glow over the deck, painting everything in warm hues. The sea was calm, a stark contrast to the chaotic days the cast and crew had spent filming.
Victoria stood quietly at the edge of the deck, her arms crossed. Her gaze followed the hustle of the production crew as they prepared for the final take of the sea scenes. She admired the sheer dedication of everyone involved.
Marcos, the director, barked orders into his megaphone. His voice was sharp yet steady, cutting through the morning air. "We need that rig tightened! Sophie, confirm with Michael if the stunt setup is ready!"
Sophie Tran, the producer, stood nearby, clipboard in hand. She scribbled quick notes, her eyes darting between the crew. "Michael, are we good for the water sequence?" she called out.
