When Rosie tried her best to get out, the door to her room opened, and Aslan appeared. She then fell on top of the man's drenched body.
"The storm has passed. You can rest outside. The sun is good," Aslan said, then led his wife to sit outside and enjoy the afternoon air.
The water was so calm, and it felt like the ship was completely motionless. The outside of the ship was splattered with salty water, and three crew members were cleaning the deck and also wiping all traces of water.
Aslan took a folding chair so his wife could rest comfortably.
"Did you fall while sleeping?" asked Aslan.
Rosie shook her head. "No. I was holding on to the pole when the ship nearly turned upside-down earlier."
"Ah… sorry, the storm was really big, but we made it through."
"You're drenched," said Rosie, touching her husband's wet shirt.
The man smiled. "Everything is wet, but it will dry later."
