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"They're sending me one."
Far beyond Sea Whisper...
Inside the bridge of Mariner's Crown...
A man watched through high-powered binoculars.
Silver threaded his dark hair.
His smile never reached his eyes.
He lowered the binoculars slowly.
"So..."
he murmured.
"Nathan finally found them."
Behind him...
Another man stepped from the shadows.
"Do we take the yacht?"
The older man smiled.
"Not yet."
His gaze remained fixed on the tiny white yacht riding the Pacific swells.
"First..."
"...let them remember."
He reached into his pocket.
Turning a cracked brass compass over in his fingers.
"The sea never forgets."
Then...
With one quiet order...
The hunt truly began.
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STORM
Grandpa used to tell me...
"Every voyage begins with a question."
"The trick is surviving long enough to hear the answer."
No one looked away from Mariner's Crown.
