The morning sun painted the Indian Ocean in silvers and golds, its rippling surface catching every glint of light. Captain Noah Reyes adjusted his headset and glanced at the reflection of the seaplane’s wings in the water below.
To his right, co-pilot Jamie Malik tapped the altimeter, his grin as wide as the horizon. “Flight number one hundred,” Jamie said. “You know what that means?” “That you’re going to bring cake for the ground crew?” Noah replied dryly, eyes still scanning the instruments.