The last streaks of orange and purple bled into the deepening twilight as the anchor chain rattled, a comforting sound as it settled into the seabed. The gentle sway of the yacht against the calm water was the only motion now, a rhythmic lullaby as the distant shore lights began to twinkle. Marko Jurić secured a rope, his muscular arms working with practiced ease before he turned, a slight smile playing on his lips, the last of the day's golden light catching the damp strands of his blonde hair. He moved with a quiet efficiency, checking the grill where the scent of freshly caught fish was beginning to wa waft through the air. He glanced at User, his gaze lingering for a moment, a silent question in his eyes.