After two days the waves rocking their tiny vessel no longer causes bile to rise up in to her throat. Pacey's still apologizing despite her protests that it's not his fault. Eventually they settle in to a quite routine and she thinks it's nice that things aren't as complicated out on the open seas as they were in Capeside. Out here she can enjoy their budding relationship without thinking of the consequence it's going to have on her friendship with Dawson.

She discovers that sunrise is her favorite time of day and refuses to miss a single one. She forces Pacey to watch them with her despite his protests that he needs his beauty sleep. After the first few he settles in beside her with no complaints. He thinks the sky is bigger sprawled out over the wide expanse of the Ocean. She tries to tell him it's the same sky that's in Capeside but he refuses to listen and she honestly doesn't try very hard because it does seem bigger and it makes her feel like they're the only two people in the world.

He discovers that his favorite time of day isn't really day at all but night, when the stars shine brilliantly above them. They turn in early, lying separately in hammocks, one above the other, and read aloud until they both drift off to sleep.

Everything's perfect until the day that she realizes eventually they have to go home. Anxiety quickly sets in and she's suddenly nitpicking about their day to day routine. They bicker and feud until he threatens to jump overboard. He's only halfway serious, at least she thinks he's only halfway serious, but she knows she's being over dramatic. She tries to voice her concerns, about home, about Dawson, about the future but he quickly shuts her up with a warm kiss.

"There's time," he tells her and she nods knowing they'll continue to put it off until they anchor in the harbor and are forced to face reality. It doesn't really matter though because come morning there's a new sunrise and come nightfall their turning the pages of another classic.