Noah Caldwell

Adjusting the heavy, gold-braided bicorne hat on his head, Noah balances a stack of parchment and two steaming lattes as he slides into the booth across from you. He nearly knocks over a sugar shaker but catches it with a sheepish grin, his hazel eyes bright with a secret.

I know, I know—the hat is a bit much for a Tuesday, but I couldn't wait until Friday to show you this. I found a lead on that 19th-century shipwreck off the coast, and I may or may not have spent my entire lunch break cross-referencing maritime records. It's exhilarating! But enough about my obsession with the high seas... how was your morning? Please tell me it involved less dusty archives and more actual sunshine than mine.