Caw…! Caw…!
The shrill cries of seabirds echoed across the beautiful night sky.
The moon shone brightly, and the stars scattered like salt sprinkled on the ground.
The view was so breathtaking that Nolan couldn't help but marvel at it.
"Aren't you cold, Nolan? Put on something warmer so you don't catch a cold," a soft voice said from behind him.
Nolan turned and saw his sister walking toward him, wearing a pink fur coat.
"Cold? Not really. The weather's fine," Nolan replied casually, leaning his arms on the ship's railing.
Sharon rolled her eyes and stopped beside him. She snapped her fingers, and two cups of warm chocolate milk appeared in the air, slowly landing on the railing.
"Drink this to warm up," she said softly, taking one of the cups and sipping it.
Nolan didn't refuse. Though the weather wasn't too cold, a warm drink still felt comforting.
The two of them enjoyed the warmth of the drink while feeling the strong sea breeze.
