Norway in 19th century
The ship had sailed during the night, and the wind was fair. The sun was rising, casting its golden rays across the water. It glistened off the white sails, making them appear like pure gold.
Jirawut stood on deck, watching as the island slowly grew larger. He was enjoying the cool morning air and taking in the beautiful scenery.
"We're almost there," he heard Amalia say.
Jirawut turned to see Amalia standing beside him, her gaze fixed on the approaching island. The anticipation in her voice was palpable.
"Yes, it won't be long now," he replied with a smile.
The ship continued its approach, and soon they could make out more details of the coastal landscape. The rugged cliffs, the lush greenery, and the charming little fishing villages painted a picturesque scene.