𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿

32.. crossed the wrong sea, yikes

As the first light of dawn began to peek through the curtains, a chorus of groans and shuffling noises filled the room.

The group stirred from their sleep, their bodies feeling groggy and slightly disoriented from the previous night's activities.

The team was gathered at the mess hall, sitting around tables and eating breakfast.

The team was full of energy, and it showed in their constant motion. They didn't sit still for more than a few seconds at a time, constantly moving about the room.

Conversations continued while standing, and Teresa, Matt or Sonya would walk back and forth, assisting with breakfast preparations or simply grabbing items like soy sauce or water.

Amidst the chaos, Minho and Harriet were seen playfully arguing about something, gesturing dramatically with their hand.

Brenda and Vicky were sitting together in a corner, deep in conversation, every now and then bursting into laughter.

The team emerged from the mess hall, their stomachs full and energized for the day ahead. The sun was out, and they all seemed eager to make the most of the beautiful weather.

The sunlight glimmered off the surface of the ocean, casting a dazzling display of golden and silver sparkles across the rippling waves.

The gentle breeze carried a salty tang, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore provided a soothing backdrop like a soft, melodic song.

Matt and Thèrèse were in the control room, their eyes fixed on the numerous buttons and screens in front of them.

They both watched each one intently, making sure the ship was steady and all systems were in functioning order.

Matt's fingers flew over the controls, his gaze flickering from screen to screen.

Thèrèse was seated next to him, watching his every move, making the occasional adjustment whenever she thought something was off.

Thèrèse's voice crackled through the ear comms, the words clear and concise. The team listened to her report, some nodding as they processed the information.

Thèrèse was diligently reporting their current coordinates to the team using her ear comms.

"Latitude: 22.48° North, Longitude: 49.87° East," she reported, glancing at the data on the screen. "We're currently heading southwest, maintaining our course."

"Thanks, Thèrèse," Thomas replied into his ear comms. "Keep us updated if anything changes."

Thèrèse and Matt remained in the control room, monitoring the systems and keeping watch over the ship's progress.

Some went down to the engine room to check on the mechanics, while others went back to their bunks to take a nap or relax.

Bea was sitting alone in a quieter corner of the ship, a magazine in front of her. She was intently working on a crossword puzzle, using a pencil to fill in the blanks.

"Hey," said a voice above her. Bea looked up from her magazine and crossword to see Hugo standing there, a small smile on his face.

She smiled back. "Hey, Hugo. What's up?" She put down the magazine and pencil, giving him her full attention.

Hugo leaned down, his voice lowered, as if sharing a secret. "I was up at the bow, just looking out at the ocean, when I thought I saw something... a glimpse of something far off in the distance. It looked like another ship. It was far away, but definitely not from WCKD."

Bea's interest was piqued, her eyes widening slightly. "A ship? You're sure it wasn't just a trick of the light?"

"No, seriously." Hugo took Bea's hand and guided her to stand up, walking forward.