Was inspired by Katherine Mansfield's Six Years after.
The weather was such that you would find none on the top deck. She was huddled up and wrapped in her sealskin coat. Opening the cabin door, he went out, holding the door open for her, with an excited spark in his eyes.
The stinging cold immediately made itself known to her as they walked along the deck. He slowed his pace to accommodate hers, and held her cold hands in his. She smiled, brushing her silvery gray hair out of her face as she tried to speed up so that he would not have to try and limit his exuberance.
As much as she would rather have stayed warm in the cabin, she knew his mood would only turn rather sour, as the four walls would stifle his energy. Walking alongside him, shivering slightly as the wind blew around her frail body, she knew it would be easier for her to accommodate to his whims; and besides, being married to him for over thirty odd years had let her appreciate, if not like, her husband's needs.
She would always be there for him, with him, just like he had so many years ago when they were teenagers, when her hair was still brown and his black.
Moving closer to him, she leaned against his arm, and inhaled his scent, which surprisingly stayed the same over the years. He bent his head down and kissed the top of her head.
They stayed up on the top deck watching the sunset for a long time.