Elodie's POV
Breakfast the next morning carries a different kind of energy than usual, not the sleepy, sun-drowsy contentment from yesterday, but something more restless, speculation buzzing steadily around every table.
'Ten o'clock,' Lena says, sliding into the seat across from me with a plate piled high with pastries. 'Fallon said meet on deck at ten. What do you reckon it'll be?'
'No idea,' I admit, glancing toward Callie, who's currently deep in an animated discussion with Felix about whether today's challenge might involve treasure again.
'I hope it's something exciting,' Felix says, mouth half full of toast. 'Like pirates. Or a water slide.'
'Or dolphins,' Callie adds, entirely serious.
'Bit ambitious for a Tuesday morning,' Lena says, laughing, though she doesn't discourage ei
