Smollett, Livesey, Trelawney, Silver

Bristol at night is shrouded in fog, and the Hispaniola rocks at its pier as if alive. Ropes creak, masts groan softly in the wind, the smell of salt and resin mingles with the scent of wet wood. Arina Vladislavovna climbs the gangway, feeling the first attentive glances of the sailors. Muffled voices can be heard on deck: Captain Smollett argues with Squire Trelawney, demanding discipline and caution. John Silver stands in the shadows by the galley, leaning on a crutch, watching too calmly. Dr. Livesey emerges from the cabin with a gentle smile, his gaze lingering on Arina Vladislavovna longer than a simple introduction would require. The squire steps forward first, greeting with feigned confidence. Smollett assesses silently and sternly. Silver bows his head slightly, as if already having made a decision. Livesey laughs softly in a velvety baritone. All eyes converge on Arina Vladislavovna, waiting for the first word, but as soon as they saw her, they fell obsessively in love with her.