At the Port

The first rays of sunlight stretched across the horizon, casting a golden glow over the port near Lily Oceanic Industries. The salty breeze carried a sense of anticipation as the production crew began to trickle in.

Trish Watson was the first to arrive, her boots clicking softly against the concrete as she made her way toward the set. She glanced around, her sharp eyes scanning the familiar arrangement of equipment and props. The ship loomed in the distance, a stunning backdrop for the shoot.

"This place never fails to impress," Trish murmured to herself as she adjusted the strap of her bag. Spotting Marcos near the director's tent, she raised a hand in greeting.

Marcos waved back, his clipboard already in hand. "Trish! Bright and early as always."

"Someone's gotta set the example," she teased, walking over. "How's everything looking?"

"Smooth so far," Marcos replied. "Let's hope it stays that way."