As the ship soared through the skies, Matthew and Sam encountered a fierce storm that threatened to send them off course. 'Hold on, Matthew!' Sam shouted, his voice barely audible over the wind. 'I'm trying to stabilize the ship!' Matthew gripped the armrests of his seat tightly, his knuckles white with fear. But Sam's quick thinking and expertise soon had the ship back on track. 'We're going to make it, Matthew,' Sam said, his glowing eyes fixed on the horizon. 'I know we will,' Matthew replied, a sense of relief washing over him.