Carlile

Kai stood on the bridge, watching the last passengers board. The Sea Pearl sailed majestically away from the shores of Southampton, leaving a trail of foam astern. His mind was preoccupied with the task ahead—somewhere among these hundreds of people was a potential buyer of the company.

"I wonder who you are?" the captain mused, looking at the passengers scurrying along the decks. He knew that this man could change the fate of the entire company, and therefore his own. But there were no clues—no name, no description, not even a gender.

The mess was bustling. The crew was preparing to set sail, checking the latest details. The chief steward approached the captain:

—Everything's ready, sir." Passengers are settled, all systems are operating normally.

—Great,— Kai nodded. — Special attention to detail. We do not know who our VIP guest is, but we must provide impeccable service to everyone.

The first hours of the cruise passed quietly. The liner picked up speed, leaving the foggy coast of England behind. Passengers began to settle in, taking seats in restaurants and on decks.

Kai went down to the command room, where the first mate was waiting for him.:

"Sir, we have received a message from the port authority. An additional passenger boarded at the last minute.

The captain frowned. Another unknown factor. He looked at the passenger list, but there was no new name.

Perfect, he thought. — Now we have another mysterious passenger. And maybe that's exactly who we're looking for."