Monaco looms on the horizon, a glittering promise of birthday gala's and glamour. But aboard the yachty

by nature, the only sparkle comes from the nervous sweat beating on the crew's brows. With Cassis

fading in their wake, the yacht sails towards its climactic destination, carrying a cargo

bay full of secrets, simmering resentments.

One very disgruntled fiancé confined to quarters and one very loud, entitled captain,

enjoying the free ride.

Daniel plots his approach.

Jenny grapples with her fractured reality.

Harry tries to enjoy his birthday trip despite everything,

and Captain Bernadette feels the net tightening.

Okay, people, look sharp. We're approaching Monaco.

Gen Marco, are the pre-birthday gala canopays ready for inspection,

and please confirm they contain no unexpected fungi?

My canapes tonight are perigons of predictability, Callie, though redemption itself can be an unexpected flavor.

Margot still barricaded in her suite?

Like a barnacle clinging onto the hole.

Sent down a demand for only beverages sealed at the source. She's plotting

something. I feel it in my overworked arches. All right, ETA Monaco Harbor is 1600 hours. Wind is steady.

Keep an ear on the main generator frequency, collie. Heard a slight whine during the engine check.

Probably just residents. But let's be vigilant, especially before the Milton birthday gala load kicks in tonight.

We'll do, Captain Titus.

Still worried about things going boom?

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