December's Wish rocked a little wildly on water ruffled by an ever increasing wind. The fog that had lain thick and stagnant throughout the day dissipated rapidly, as if angrily routed by an unwanted guest. Chloe held Anthony's hand as they made their way down to the boat, both a little drunk on their own happiness.
"Who needs alcohol?" Chloe said, giggling a little as she slipped a bit on the brick steps.
"Careful," Anthony warned.
She sobered almost instantly. "A fall would not be a good thing."
"Not a good thing at all," he agreed. "But we're here now."
Indeed, they were on the last step. The crescent moon, which had been a dim silver glow behind the curtain of fog, now appeared as cold and bright as a diamond. A strip of water glistened and shivered beneath its frozen light, start
