the wind was blowing through your hair, strands blowing every which way. The sea was rough but not exactly harsh. Peaceful but not calm. Much was on your mind and yet you didn’t know how to speak it aloud. You stared up at the stars, goosebumps on your skin but you wouldn’t move to get your coat. You didn’t even hear Garp coming up behind you until he spoke.

“You’re gonna catch a cold if you stay out here much longer, sweetheart.” he placed his large jacket over your small frame.