Under the blue sky and emerald sea, swimming in such a boundless ocean, Lucy Campbell felt an indescribable sense of joy and comfort. Even with her clothes soaked and hindering her movements, she still swam happily, humming a tune with a voice as pleasant as that of any pop star.
James Brown stayed by Lucy Campbell's side, a rope tied around his waist, the other end securing a lifebuoy, with their shoes—and his phone within—tied to it. The phone, however, was rendered useless after falling into the water and getting soaked.
Listening to the tune, James Brown too was in a good mood and smilingly said, "You sing quite well. If you were to become a pop star, you'd definitely be a hit, and a talented one at that."
Lucy Campbell proudly replied, "Not many have heard me sing, especially not young men."
James immediately responded, "Then I am truly honored."
With a giggle, Lucy said, "Now you sing one for me."
"No need for that, I sing like a banshee."
