"YAHOOOOO! I see Brineheart!"
A youthful voice cut through the ship's hull, reaching every cabin. Like every day for the past week, disgruntled passengers almost jumped out of bed, their faces distorted, dark circles contrasting with their fair skin, and their eyes bloodshot from sleep deprivation.
"Shut up!"
"I hope you fall from the mizen, annoying punk!"
As they roared their anger, Quintella leapt out of her bed. Her blond hair cascaded down, partially covering her narrowed pink eyes, and the cute rabbits embroidered on her blue pyjamas fluttered as she raised her fist. "Don't stop me, big brother. I'm killing that sleep wrecker today!"
Adam sat at his bed's edge, massaging his brows. Though he didn't need to, he glanced at the sky through the window. Still dark, like the seven previous days.
He sighed, hearing doors flung open with such rage that they slammed against the walls. Stomps echoed through the corridor.
