A single volunteer.
Out of all the names, all the people they had reached out to, only one had shown up. And even then, he wasn't exactly the most promising candidate—half-drunk and full of skepticism. But that didn't matter. Luke wasn't about to let this moment slip.
This was their only chance to prove that the ship—no, the idea—was more than just a fantasy.
The dinghy was already prepared, floating steadily on the water. The workers brought it closer to the dock, ensuring everything was secure. Luke gestured toward it, inviting the man to step in.
But the man hesitated.
For someone who had spoken so boldly about the ship's failure, he now seemed reluctant to step onto the vessel. His eyes darted toward the water, and for the first time, Luke caught a glimpse of what was holding him back.
Fear.
