Third person's POV
The little boy noticed the girl's fear and quickly opened his arms to hold her.
In a childish voice, he said, "Don't be afraid."
He covered the girl's ears with his small hands, trying his best to soothe her fear, as she wasn't as brave as him.
The thought of their father possibly dying in front of them like that dog made tears fall uncontrollably.
She was scared, truly terrified.
In this world, she only had her father and brother left. If something happened to her father, what would they do?
The sea breeze howled wildly over the sea surface, and the sound of waves crashing against the rocks seemed close at hand.
The siblings had an instinctive fear of the ocean since they were little.
As they heard more and more people running towards them, the little girl bit her lips tightly, not daring to make a sound.
Not far away, a huge cargo ship was anchored. At the moment the gunshots mingled with the sound of the waves, the person who had been lying on the ground got up quickly and walked to the railing to survey the surroundings with great agility.
Tabitha heard the noise as well. Although she felt the sound wasn't particularly close to her, her heart still tightened with anxiety.
"What's happening?" she asked.
Wilmot's face was serious, and his tone was stern as he said, "Don't worry, it's not related to us. It's probably some situation on the shore. This small island doesn't belong to any country. Occasional chaos can happen. As long as we don't disembark, we're safe."
While he spoke this way, Tabitha felt things weren't that simple.
The ship's unexplained maintenance and delayed departure were ominous signs themselves.
In such a chaotic place, staying for a long time meant no one could predict what might happen.
"Can you go check on the ship's condition and ask them that when can we depart at the earliest?" she requested.
"Alright, Ms. Hartley. You should go back to your room and stay there. If anything happens, I will take you away immediately," Wilmot said.
Finally, as if remembering something, he turned to Tabitha and added, "You can always trust me."
With that, he quickly disappeared from Tabitha's sight.
To ensure her safety, Tabitha returned to her room first.
Not long after, Wilmot came back and reassured her, "Don't worry. I've found out that there was a fierce gunfight on the shore earlier. The gunshots came from there, but those people have run far away and weren't targeting us."
Tabitha let out a sigh of relief, feeling grateful that it wasn't their problem.
"I've spoken with Captain over the phone, and they will hurry back. There are more than a dozen strong crew members on the ship. They won't let you be in danger," Wilmot continued.
Tabitha rubbed her temples, "I've been overthinking. You should rest. It's getting late."
"Okay," Wilmot agreed.
As the night deepened, Tabitha waited in bed for a while, hearing no unusual noises, and finally closed her eyes to sleep.
The two little ones hiding under the cliff had their faces constantly lashed by the sea breeze. The little girl cried out, "My legs hurt."
It turned out that because they had been squatting for so long, both of their legs had gone numb.
But being so young, they didn't understand what was happening, only knowing that their legs were uncomfortable and not daring to move.
They waited and waited, but the man never returned.
The little boy gestured for her to be quiet, then stood up to check the situation.
However, at that moment, his legs were numb, and he couldn't stand firm. His body suddenly rolled towards the sea.
"No!"