Hold fast! The sunset’s our only guide!
"Keep your wits about you, lad," Captain Thorne called out, his grizzled voice carrying over the salty spray. "The sun dips fast and we must catch it." He squinted against the glare, his weathered hand shielding his eyes as he scanned the gilded horizon.
"Ah, there!" the first mate shouted, pointing to a smudge of land barely visible through the shimmering heat haze. "That's our mark!"
Captain Thorne nodded curtly. "Trim the sails, men! We ride the dying sun to shelter."
The crew scrambled to obey, their movements practiced and efficient. The ship heeled sharply to port, her canvas catching the last of the breeze as the sun's final rays danced across the waves.