he's out on his boat again like he is every friday night, the waves lapping gently against the rusty metal hull the moon casting an eerie glow across the water. he looks up seeing the silhouette of a body on the peir. he frowns, pulling in his line and watching carefully as he lets the tide pull him back to shore. he doesn't want to jump to conclusions, but he doesn't want to ignore it, either. so he waits. watching.
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