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Michael Caine , A grizzled sea captain, his salt-crusted beard stiff from the relentless ocean spray, grips the ship’s wheel with weathered hands, knuckles white from the force of the storm. His yellow rain slicker glistens under the downpour, heavy with seawater, the fabric whipping in the fierce wind. Lightning splits the sky, illuminating his deep-set, haunted eyes—eyes that have seen too many tempests, too many lost souls claimed by the sea. The wooden wheel creaks under his grasp as monstrous waves crash against the deck, sending torrents of water streaming around his boots. Thunder roars overhead, but the captain stands firm, locked in an unspoken battle with the raging ocean