The sun had dipped below the horizon and surrendered the last of its lingering hues of crimson and orange to the encroaching darkness. The moon rose over Northem's sky, its silver light casting an ethereal reflection on the river. A small boat carrying a dozen people was cruising silently along the river.
"Captain, the river is undeniably serene tonight, and the moon is stunning!" A man with shoulder-length curly hair, a robust beard, and a commanding mustache stood firmly, captivated by the breathtaking view. The river's surface mirrored the brilliant moonlight with a calmness that demanded attention, asserting its beauty in the quiet of the night.
The boat's lone mast stood tall against the dimness, its white sails billowing softly in the gentle breeze, gracefully guiding it toward their galley anchored half a kilometer from the shoreline where the Praya River spilled into the vast expanse of the sea, its murky depths swirling as it melded into the frothy waves.
