Showing the photo
Bob leaned forward, choosing his words carefully. “We saw it maybe twenty minutes ago, down by the main beach. We even have a photo—it’s just the splash, but it’s real.” He handed the phone across the table. The fishermen crowded around the screen, studying the blurry evidence with visible alarm. One muttered something under his breath in a foreign tongue. Another turned his gaze toward the sea outside, already calculating their immediate response.
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