A few days ago, Star Harbor Port was wrapped in the soft chaos of travelers and gull cries, the sea breathing slowly against steel and concrete.
Miles stepped onto the tourist ship with unhurried confidence. The deck vibrated faintly beneath his boots. June followed closely behind him, her expression professional yet curious, while two men pushed a cart carrying two large sealed boxes, their wheels squeaking softly as they moved.
The captain emerged from the bridge, removing his hat with a respectful nod.
"Mr. Sterling, welcome to my ship. She is waiting for you in the next room."
Miles returned the nod lightly.
"Thank you, Captain."
He walked forward with June, the doors closing behind them, leaving the two men outside. Inside the private room, the atmosphere shifted instantly. It was quiet, heavy with anticipation.
An old lady stood at the center, her back straight despite her age. Two guards flanked her, silent and still like statues carved from stone.
