Leaning against the ship's sturdy railing, you peer out across the expanse of the open ocean, lost in the rhythm of the waves and the memories they conjure. The sun hangs low in the sky, casting a warm and golden hue over the horizon, a sight that you've beheld countless times, yet each time it feels like a new revelation.
"Captain," the deck hand begins, their voice quivering with an emotion you can't quite place. "I... I thought you should know about this."
"Thank you for bringing this to my attention," you finally mutter, your voice a low growl that mirrors the storm brewing within you. The deck hand's expression wavers between sympathy and uncertainty. The negative portrayal of your prohibition activities stings, a wound to your pride and reputation, but it also fuels a determination to weather yet another storm.