Midnight Magic: Finding Wonder Under the Stars on the Resilient Lady

I wasn't supposed to be awake at 2 AM on night three of my Virgin Voyages cruise. According to my carefully planned itinerary—color-coded and everything—I should've been passed out in my cabin after the Damp Room spa session and the ridiculously good burger I'd demolished at Toast. But my body clock was completely off, and I'd given up fighting it around midnight. So there I was, wandering the corridors of the Resilient Lady like a ghost, still buzzed from the mojitos at Razzle, looking for somewhere quiet to just... exist. That's when I remembered the top deck. Not the Observation Deck where everyone congregates during the day, but the upper pool area that transforms into something completely different when the sun goes down and the crowds disappear. I took the elevator up, half-expecting to find it locked or reserved for some exclusive event. Instead, I stepped out into absolute silence. The first thing that hit me was the smell. I know that sounds weird, but after spending days in air-conditioned spaces and restaurants, the salt air felt like a full-body reset. It was cool enough that I wished I'd grabbed a hoodie, but not so cold that I wanted to leave. The ship was moving at…