By the time darkness settled over the sky, night had fully fallen. A dusting of stars glittered overhead while the moon cast its silver reflection across the ocean.
They had started a small fire in one spot, arranging sticks above it so they could roast the fish they had caught. Rosalind looked more worried than happy as she gazed into the basket, realising that she had caught more fish than she could count, let alone finish eating.
"What do you think we should do with this fish? We can't possibly finish all of it," Rosalind said as she looked at Rowan, who was crouched by the fire adjusting it.
"We'll eat what we can and maybe give the rest away," he replied thoughtfully before coming over to join her where she sat.
"Are you still feeling cold?" Rowan asked, glancing at her because of the chilly night air.
She shook her head. "I'm okay," she said, already wrapped in a thick cloth that covered most of her body.
