Into the Water
At the pier, an old wooden rowing boat waited. Its paint was chipped, and the oars squeaked, but it was silent enough to serve their purpose. Thomas untied the ropes, and together they pushed it into the black water. The sea was restless, waves rocking them hard as soon as they climbed in. The cold spray stung their cheeks, and Greg clutched the sides while Thomas rowed with steady strokes.
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