Before the Mantaluna is an island, dark and imposing against the rising sun behind it. Snow-covered cypress trees cover it from shoreline to peak, and ice floes float around it.
Phaedra turns to Pavel, looking serious.
Phaedra: It's time for your coffee, Pavel.
Pavel salutes.
Most of the crew heads toward the back of the ship to prepare to land.
Cal: Cream and sugar, Master Morena?
Pavel: If I want to be extra awake? Black, please.
Cal: Daring!
Phaedra walks in the opposite direction, toward the bow. She reaches down to untie a rope from two large cleats.
