He shook his head, resting his head on her shoulder. It was dark now, the moon reflected on the calm ocean, broken on ocassion by a fishing trawler, the crew on it's way to collect the nightlty catch. A tugboat slowly departed the harbour to collect a floating crane for rescue work, a large cargo ship on the horizon.

Charlie yawned sweetly, sucking absentmindedly on his thumb. He was cuddled to her as if she was his mother, feeling rested and relaxed against her soft body.