Going on morning patrols
It all unfolded during one of her customary patrols, a routine she undertook with a sense of duty. She wandered the beach, eyes scanning for leftovers from the nocturnal festivities. It was common knowledge that the beach became a haven for the youth once the sun set, leaving behind traces of their revelries.
Amelia had patrolled these shores countless times, but the sight that greeted her today was beyond the ordinary—a mechanical behemoth, a ship, lay grounded on the sand. She could never have anticipated encountering such a sight, its massive form a stark anomaly against the familiar backdrop of the beach.