The morning starts with a serene stillness, broken only by the distant cries of seagulls and the steady hum of the ship’s engine. I wake to find Jack still curled up under the sheets, his face relaxed in sleep. I smile softly, slipping out of bed and moving quietly to the balcony. The vast ocean stretches endlessly, its ripples catching the golden morning sun.
The tranquility of the scene is broken by the sound of raised voices drifting in through the slightly open door. I step back into the cabin, grabbing my robe and heading out to investigate. On the lower deck near the pool area, a group of passengers has gathered, their animated gestures and sharp tones signaling that something is amiss.
As I approach, I catch snippets of their argument. It seems to be centered around seating arrang
