Guiding the boat
The pursuit carried them across nearly two miles of open sea, the swordfish cutting steadily forward. Its fin rose now and again, a black marker guiding them further from familiar waters. No one spoke, tension keeping every mouth closed. Finally, the creature slowed, circling deliberately. The boat drifted into a secluded cove where the waves lapped softer. Then the fish’s body broke the surface again before plunging down, leaving ripples fading slowly behind.
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