The eastern sky gradually turned pale.
On the horizon where the sea and sky merged, Sylvester Cloud lazily adjusted the yacht's direction before sprawling on the deck. While watching the playful dolphins chasing each other, he crossed his legs and poured himself a glass of red wine.
To have the heavens as a roof and the earth as shelter, with the world so quiet it felt like he was the only person left—a feeling like this was simply too good. Sylvester squinted and thought to himself, no wonder Second Uncle had been drifting at sea for months on end these past years.
"Second Uncle, I'm almost at the agreed location. Where's your boat?" Sylvester asked as he drank his wine, calling his Second Uncle.
"Just saw a wounded dolphin, got delayed a bit," Second Uncle's voice was steady and calm. He was simultaneously instructing his crew on how to treat the injured dolphin, while making his way toward the meeting spot to pick up Sylvester.
