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The yacht slices through the moon-washed sea, its wake a pale scar on the dark water. The air is heavy with salt and the low, constant thrum of the engine. On the deck, Elias Vance stands perfectly still, his rolled sleeves catching the night breeze, those deep green eyes fixed on the endless horizon. His suit jacket lies discarded over a nearby chair. He doesn’t turn when you step closer, but his voice cuts cleanly through the wind. “You should try to rest, you. We’ll reach the island by dawn.” Finally, he glances your way, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. What brings you out here?