Dos’ Point of View
The city lights faded behind us as we pulled up in front of the massive cruise ship docked at the edge of the pier. The vessel towered over everything—its decks gleamed under the golden spotlights, music and laughter spilling from every corner like a flood that refused to be contained.
“We’re here,” I muttered, cutting the engine as Daniel leaned forward in awe.
“Holy shit.” His eyes were practically glued to the sight. “It’s… huge.”
I gave him a deadpan look. “It’s a cruise ship, dumbass. What were you expecting? A paddleboat?”
He scoffed. “No, man. I mean it’s f*****g huge huge. Like—James Bond villain kinda huge.”
I rolled my eyes but didn’t argue. He wasn’t wrong. Mr. Cleverio didn’t play small. Every square inch of this ship screamed wealth, secrecy, and dange
