Hallucinating

Lucille rubbed her eyes, wondering if she was hallucinating! It was late at night with the fighter jets looming in the clouds. Only a few spots of light penetrated the clouds and were reflected on the sea's surface. It was a magnificent and cool sight! Atlas and Maxwell subconsciously raised their heads before their jaws dropped as if they had never had such an encounter. "Wow! That's amazing!" "Where did the fighter plane come from? Why does it feel like they're going in the same direction as us? Oh my god, it's so cool!" "One, two, three, four..." Molly counted. "Five, there's five of them!" Watching as they looked up in exaggerated exclamations with their necks craned, Warren sat cross-legged on the side as he snapped, "Ha! Look at how inexperienced you are! Didn't we ride on fighter jets?" Atlas rubbed his nose. "It's different now. We used to, but now I don't even have the chance to touch it..." "Wait, don't interrupt!" Maxwell poked his head out of the captain's room with a solem