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.
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.
