The gentle hum of the ship's engines lulls me into a peaceful half-sleep as the morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. The subtle rocking of the ship feels like a comforting embrace, and I pull the blanket closer around me, relishing the rare luxury of sleeping in.
Just as I begin to drift back into slumber, the door creaks open, and I catch the faint aroma of something delicious wafting through the air. My eyes flutter open, and I see Jack walking in, balancing a tray laden with food.
"Good morning, sunshine," he says with a grin, his voice soft yet full of energy.
“Jack?” I sit up, blinking in surprise. “What are you doing?”
“Serving breakfast in bed,” he replies as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. He places the tray on the small
