~repack~ - Huawie Y9s

“Just a few more minutes, buddy,” she whispered to the phone.

She climbed down a rusted ladder, the cold Atlantic spray hitting her face. There, just as the photo predicted, was a dry cavity behind a loose stone. Inside, wrapped in oilcloth, was the watch. Its face was a map of the night sky, frozen in time. huawie y9s

“There,” she breathed.