She saw the topsail of the ship had been pulled down to increase the speed of the ship.
As Rosie finished her breakfast, a pair of hands slipped from behind and hugged her tightly. Aslan rested his chin on the girl's shoulder while uttering a thousand apologies.
"How long will you be mad at me?" asked Aslan sullenly.
Rosie didn't answer. She only focused on seeing the waves of the sea they were passing.
"Still don't want to talk to me? Until when?"
Rosie took Aslan's hand to write her answer in the man's palm.
(Until I'm not annoyed with you)
Aslan smiled faintly.
"How long will that be? Is there a specific time?" he asked.
(No. I'll do as I please because you also act as you please) Rosie replied, still giving her answer through the man's palm.
Aslan took a step forward so he could hug Rosie from behind. He also took the girl's hand to write something on his wife's palm.
(Sorry. I won't do it again)
