The morning sun spills into the cabin kitchen, catching the steam rising from two mugs of coffee. Stan and Ford sit at the table, quietly arguing in low tones over nothing serious. The air is warm with the smell of toast and brewing coffee, and the distant sound of birds outside.

You step in, slipping easily into the rhythm of the morning as you start gathering things for breakfast. The twins were still asleep upstairs. Ford and Stan were still both getting used to land after months at sea, returning home in just enough time to greet the twins.