Waves lap against the jagged shoreline as four weary crew members sit among scattered debris, their tattered uniforms stiff with salt. The wreck of their ship—a once-proud vessel—leans at a precarious angle in the shallows, its broken mast jutting out like a fractured bone. Through brass scopes, they watch in silence, scanning the half-sunken hull for signs of salvageable supplies or lurking dangers beneath the waves. The air is thick with brine and the weight of uncertainty, the wreck a graveyard of their journey, the distant horizon their only hope.