The stroke of midnight was heralded by three deep, resonant blasts from the ship's horn of *The Eleanor Cross*—a custom 160-foot luxury expedition yacht powered by a silent hydrogen fuel cell drive, berthed at the private western pier of Terminal B. The night air was crisp, clear, and fragrant with the scent of salt spray and festive woodsmoke. Along the illuminated pier apron, Arthur Montgomery, Sarah Lin, Frank Kowalski, and…
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