Elodie’s POV
The ship's engines fall quiet sometime in the early hours, and by the time Callie and I make our way up to breakfast, the view through every window has shifted entirely, a different coastline this time, considerably more built up than our last stop, terracotta rooftops climbing the hillside above a busy, colourful harbour.
'Are we exploring again?' Callie asks, practically bouncing in her seat, breakfast forgotten in favour of pressing her face against the nearest window.
'Looks that way,' I say, smiling at her enthusiasm, still fresh despite the late night we both had after the results show.
Fallon confirms it properly as we settle into our seats with overflowing plates, appearing in the dining room with his usual theatrical flourish. 'Another day, another port!' he annou
