As dawn broke over the Caribbean, the pirate ship set sail from the harbor, its black flag billowing in the fresh morning breeze. Captain Morgan stood confidently at the helm, guiding his vessel eastward toward their mysterious destination.
The journey began favorably. Calm seas and steady winds propelled them forward at an impressive pace. The crew performed their duties efficiently, managing the sails, maintaining the rigging, and keeping watch for any potential threats—whether from naval patrols or rival pirates.
Tom, the youngest member of the crew, had volunteered for this expedition despite having limited seafaring experience. He spent his free time observing the more seasoned sailors, learning the intricacies of navigation and ship management. The prospect of discovering treasure filled him with childlike enthusiasm.
Throughout the day, they encountered various signs of Caribbean marine life. Schools of flying fish burst from the water's surface, gliding impressively before splashing back down. Dolphins regularly accompanied the ship, their graceful movements providing entertainment for the crew during their work breaks.
As evening approached, the temperature dropped slightly, providing relief from the tropical heat. The crew gathered for their evening meal—salted fish, hardtack, and rum. Conversations revolved around speculation about the treasure: how much gold might be hidden, how they would divide it, and what each man would do with his share.
Morgan studied his map by lantern light, confirming their course and estimated time of arrival. According to his calculations, they would reach the island by midday tomorrow. The crew's anticipation was palpable as they prepared for the night watch and settled into their bunks, dreaming of riches that awaited them just beyond the horizon.