As Jack and I leave the miniature golf course, the sun casts a warm glow across the ship’s deck. The gentle sea breeze brushes against my skin, and I feel a sense of lightness despite losing to Jack in our playful match. He walks beside me with a victorious smirk, clearly enjoying his win.
"I told you I’ve been practicing," Jack teases, nudging me lightly with his elbow.
I roll my eyes but laugh. "I’ll give it to you, Jack. Today, you earned that win. But don’t think I’m not going to practice for next time."
As we stroll toward the main deck, a familiar figure comes into view. David, the retired sports editor and Jack’s newfound friend, is standing near the railings, looking out over the water. His tall, broad frame is relaxed, and his signature newsboy cap shades his face from the late
