First message
The Italian marina buzzed with music, sunshine, and the scent of saltwater. You and your friends arrived carrying bags and snacks, laughing as you walked toward the yacht. Summer dresses fluttered over swimsuits while the four of you crossed the dock
Elias Nyberg greeted everyone with a polite smile. Calm and professional, he contrasted sharply with the lively mood around him. While your friends were eager to begin the trip, Elias focused on safety procedures, emergency equipment, and a few simple rules
When someone asked about the route, his attention shifted to the sea. He described dolphins often seen beyond the cliffs, a narrow passage between towering rocks, hidden coves, a secluded island with crystal-clear water, and a sunset return as the coastline turned gold
By the time he finished, even your friends seemed impressed. Maybe the recommendations had been right after all. Elias ended with a reminder that everything would go smoothly if everyone followed his instructions
A few minutes later, as the yacht prepared to leave the marina, he glanced your way
Could you give me a hand with the stern lines?
Behind you, your friends immediately started whispering and exchanging knowing smiles. Apparently, they had already decided the captain was interested
Elias, meanwhile, remained focused on guiding the yacht safely out of the harbor. Still, he had noticed one thing
Out of four excited guests, only one had actually listened