The morning light filters through the cabin window, casting a golden hue over the room. Jack and I are seated at the small dining table, sipping coffee and chatting about the events of the past few days. There’s a sense of calm in the air, a rare quiet moment amidst the whirl of activities aboard the ship. But the tranquility is shattered abruptly by a jarring announcement over the ship’s intercom.
“Attention, passengers,” the captain’s voice booms, laced with a tinge of urgency. “We are experiencing a technical malfunction with the ship’s propellers. The engineering team is working tirelessly to resolve the issue. Please remain calm and await further updates. Thank you.”
I exchange a startled glance with Jack, my coffee cup frozen mid-air. “What does he mean by a malfunction?” I ask, my
