He closed the door.
Feng Mountain could barely keep his eyes open. The only bed in the room was naturally his to enjoy alone. Nash and Wawa were young and strong; sleeping on the floor would be good enough for them.
After making these simple arrangements, he collapsed onto the soft mattress, closed his eyes, and was soon snoring.
Nash and Wawa weren't sleepy. They just moved quietly.
After all, Feng Mountain had spent the day flying the plane all over the sky by himself, while the two of them had taken several naps on board.
When he awoke, the sound of waves crashing against the shore outside the window was like a beautiful symphony performed by nature itself.
Feng Mountain sat up in bed, squinting slightly as he savored this moment of peace and tranquility.
His mood lightened.
He got up, walked to the window, and pushed it open. A light rain was falling. The nearby Bering Sea displayed a different kind of magnificent beauty.
