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.

Luke woke up to a soft light filtering through the window. He blinked his eyes, adjusting to the brightness. He looked over at Aris, who was still sleeping soundly.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he gently shifted his weight, trying not to disturb the boy's rest.

Luke let out a small sigh and stretched his arms, feeling a bit stiff from sleeping in the same position all night.

He turned his attention to Aris again, admiring the peaceful expression on his face as he slept.

He ran his fingers through Aris's hair one more time, feeling the soft strands between his fingers. It was a small gesture, but one that he hoped would provide a sense of comfort even in sleep.

As he withdrew his hand, Aris stirred slightly, his eyes gradually fluttering open. He looked disoriented for a moment, then met Luke's gaze, a sleepy smile playing on his lips.

"Good morning," Luke whispered, returning the smile. "Did you sleep well?"

Aris nodded, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. "Yeah, I..." he trailed off, noticing their tangled limbs and proximity.

A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he quickly sat up, disentangling himself from Luke.

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."