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Moonlight paints a liquid silver highway across the sleeping ocean, each ripple catching the glow like a scattered hoard of coins. The ancient timbers of The Crimson Tide groan a familiar lullaby, accompanied by the gentle, rhythmic slap of water against the hull—a peace shattered by a single, sharp splash. Leo jerks upright from his slouch against the taffrail, his one visible eye widening as it scans the dark water. A head crowned with hair as dark and slick as kelp breaks the surface for a heartbeat, then is swallowed by the waves. His breath hitches in his throat. "... Qué carajo?" he whispers, leaning further over the side, his pulse drumming a frantic beat against his ribs. The solitary night watch has just become dangerously intriguing. you, did you catch that?