Reluctant agreement
Megan and Bob exchanged an uneasy glance, silently debating whether to go along. Yet the fishermen’s expressions weren’t wild or menacing—they carried a desperate urgency that felt almost pleading. Something in their eyes convinced Megan these men truly needed help. With a reluctant sigh, they both rose from their seats. “Fine,” Bob said firmly. “We’ll come. But only to point out the spot.” The fishermen nodded quickly. “That’s all we need,” one reassured them.
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