The sunset over the open waters was nothing short of awe-inspiring. Breathtaking hues of gold, purple, and blue painted the sky, casting a regal glow upon the merging expanse of land and sea.
Two vessels anchored themselves at a safe distance from each other, with one being a luxurious yacht and the other a large cargo ship. No discernible activity was detected between the two at first, though an underlying tension was quietly simmering in the air. It was not until the sun dipped below the horizon, surrendering to the encroaching darkness, that signs of life became evident.
From the yacht out came a small boat, bearing two men of mixed heritage. One of them had striking golden hair, which still managed to exude a faint halo even amidst the dark. He was none other than Marius Morningstar, the drug lord of Myanmar and sole owner of Golden Sand, accompanied by one of his loyal subordinates.
