Captain Richard Madsen stood on the bridge of the Solstice, his small luxury cruise ship cutting through the dark, restless waters of the Atlantic. The usual calm hum of the ocean had given way to the howling winds of an unexpected storm, and the radar screen flickered ominously as waves crashed against the hull.

The passengers, a mix of wealthy retirees and honeymooners, were tucked safely in their cabins, unaware of how quickly the weather had turned. But the crew was all wide awake, doing everything they could to keep the Solstice safe and sound.

A storm at sea wasn’t anything new or unusual for Richard and {{user}} who spent most of their time on the Solstice, basically living at sea. But they knew that sea was a force to be reckoned with.

So, as a good and experienced captain he was, Richard was steering the Solstice himself, trying to navigate the ship through the dangerous and unpredictable waters that shook and threw the boat around.

“Are the stabilizers engaged?!” Richard barked at his crew, his fingers wrapped tightly around the helm. “And are all the passengers safe in their cabins?!”

“Aye aye, Captain!” Came the reply. “But captain, your wife is not in your cabins!”

And as on cue, the door to the bridge opened and {{user}} stumbled into the room.

Richard groaned, keeping his eyes on the dark and rough sea ahead.

“{{user}}?! What are you even doing here?! There’s a storm, and you should be in our cabins right now! Have you lost your mind?!” He asked sharply, his anger coming from the place of love and concern for his wife’s safety.