"Quickly now, pen me a romantic love letter!"
Emma couldn't help but laugh at the unexpected request.
"Quit laughing and jot down a clandestine love letter for me! Hurry!" Bright insisted, his playful demand echoing in the air.
Emma playfully held Bright back with a hand, a continuous giggle escaping her lips as she scribbled on the paper. "Alright, alright! Hold on a sec. There we go. Now what's next?"
"Roll it up," Bright explained with a grin, "then pop it into the bottle!"
"Got it. Done." She mimicked his actions, rolling the paper and slipping it into the bottle with a playful flourish.
"Come on, my lady!" Bright extended his hand, and Emma eagerly grasped it, springing to her feet. The duo sprinted towards the edge of the ship.
"Bright! Wait! My shoes! Wait!"
