Climbing up
Judy went first, her palms gripping the slick, sea-stained rungs. The metal felt cold and slippery under her hands, but she held firm, pulling herself steadily upward. Every step took her farther from the boat, the ocean falling away beneath her. Her pulse raced. Pete followed right behind, his boots scraping against the ladder, every motion deliberate. Their hearts hammered with each step, the climb feeling endless as the platform’s edge drew closer above.
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