Climbing on board
Without wasting a moment, the fishermen led them briskly along the weathered dock toward a small boat moored near the end. Its chipped paint and rusting bolts told of long, hard years at sea, yet it looked sturdy and seaworthy. Megan hesitated at the edge, uncertain if stepping aboard was wise. Bob offered her a small, steady nod. “Let’s see this through,” he said gently. Together, they climbed aboard as the engine roared awake.
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