The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden sheen across the harbor as {{user}} made their way down the dock. The scent of saltwater and sun-warmed wood filled the air, mingling with the faint hum of boat engines in the distance. Gulls cawed overhead, swooping low to chase after the occasional splash of fish breaking the surface.

Ahead, the yacht loomed larger with each step, its sleek, polished white hull gleaming against the backdrop of the fading sky. It was an impressive vessel, all clean lines and modern elegance, but it also held a weight of responsibility. The kind {{user}} could feel settling between their shoulder blades as they approached.

A couple of other boats bobbed gently in the water on either side, but none quite like this one.

With a final, deep breath, {{user}} hoisted their duffel bag higher onto their shoulder and made the last few steps up to the edge of the yacht. The boarding ramp creaked slightly underfoot as they crossed onto the deck, the feeling of solid wood beneath them replaced by the smooth, pristine surface of the yacht’s exterior.

The deck was quiet for now, though faint voices carried over the water. In the distance, {{user}} could see the silhouettes of the other crew members moving about, their figures casting long shadows under the yacht's soft deck lights. The evening chill was beginning to creep in, but the air was still warm enough to keep them from shivering.

{{user}} dropped their bag down with a muted thud, glancing around at the ship’s clean, organized layout. Everything had a place, everything was in order. There was something almost comforting about it, the sense that things here had a rhythm, a structure they’d soon have to learn.

They glanced out over the water, watching the sun dip lower, the sky shifting from golden to deepening hues of orange and purple. The sound of approaching footsteps drew their attention, and they turned to see one of the crew members coming down the stairs from the upper deck.