A hard wait
Minutes dragged painfully. Megan’s nails dug into her palms, her nerves wound tight as she watched. Then, at last, the men re-emerged, gasping for breath before their masks were even removed. Water poured from their gear as they shouted, urgency filling their voices. “There are nets down there!” one cried. “Nets full of fish—and baby swordfish trapped inside them!” His words struck the deck like lightning, shocking every man into sudden silence.
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