Charles, nestled comfortably within the soft, warm quilt, slowly opened his eyes.
After a pause of a second, without feeling the familiar swaying sensation, Charles finally realized that he had been back on land for several days.
The silky, delicate body of Anna, which used to be in his arms, was missing; evidently, she had gotten up early.
Charles yawned lazily, smelling the faint scent on the pillow beside him and closed his eyes again. He was comfortable, and he wanted to sleep in.
Unfortunately, habits don't change easily; the old Charles never had the bad habit of staying in bed, and he couldn't learn it now either.
He threw off the covers and got up. Wearing his pajamas, he walked to the balcony and looked down at the bustling street outside the iron fence of the Governor's Mansion.
The Navy fleet of Hope Island had returned to port, and as the collective memorial service for those fallen in battle ended, the impact of the war on Hope Island gradually faded.
