The stone archway dripped with lemony fragrance, its branches heavy with ripened fruit. Sunlight bathed the scene in a warm, golden glow, illuminating the vibrant colors of the Mediterranean coast below.

"Look, Papa! A sailboat!" Marina called out excitedly, clutching her father's hand as they strolled beneath the arch.

He smiled, his eyes twinkling with affection. "Indeed we do, my dear. Shall we make a wager on where its journey ends?"

Marina's face lit up. "Ooh yes! I bet it sails all the way to Egypt like the Pharaohs did!"

Her father chuckled. "Well, we shall have to wait and see. Perhaps we can even follow it in our little rowboat later and catch up."