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In the distance, the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky—the previous hues of orange and yellow being replaced by deepening tones of pink and purple. The water’s surface mirrored the colors, creating a breathtaking scene.

“Look,” he said, directing her attention to the water just beyond the starboard bow.

A pod of dolphins was making its way through the waves, their sleek bodies gliding effortlessly through the water as they broke the surface only to dive again. Abby’s eyes widened, her smile radiant.

“They’re so beautiful,” she whispered, her hand still holding his.

Kit nodded, his gaze following the dolphins. He felt a sense of peace wash over him. This was the world he wanted to protect, the world he wanted to share with Abby. As the dolphins disappeared into the distance, Kit turned his attention back to Abby. He felt a sudden urge to share his dreams—his vision for a future he hoped to share with her.

“I want to protect this—” he gestured toward the ocean—all of this—the sea itself, the marine life, the various fisheries—all of it. I want to make a difference.”

Abby’s eyes shone with understanding. “I want to help,” she said. “I want to be a part of it.”

As night fell, they sat together, holding hands and watching the stars. His thumb brushed over Abby’s hand, entwined with his own, reaffirming a tangible connection in an intangible moment. The past was behind them, and the future was filled with promise. Kit leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Abby’s lips, and felt her respond, her arms wrapping around him.

The kiss ended, and he stood. Kit’s grip on the tiller was steady, yet there was a shaky sensation that pounded through his veins as they approached the lobster habitats.

Pulling out a spotlight, he reeled in the sails and let the boat just drift. Kit secured a searchlight and angled it toward the water, illuminating it and allowing them to see in the dark. He motioned with a nod of his head. “That area used to be teeming with life.” His voice held a weight, like stones cast into the depths below. “Those traps should be full—or at least not empty.”

Abby leaned forward, her forehead creasing in concern as she scanned the desolate underwater cages. “It’s heartbreaking,” she whispered, her words barely rising above the sound of the lapping water against the boat’s hull.

Kit felt the echo of that heartbreak. It resonated within him—a hollow note that had long since become part of his daily symphony. He allowed his gaze to linger on the barren structures that had once cradled life. The poachers had left nothing but wraiths in the water, their wake barren.

“Sometimes,” he said with a quiet, bitter anger, “I feel like I’m fighting a losing battle.”

Abby reached out, gently turning his face towards hers. “But it’s a battle worth fighting, Kit. You’re not alone in this. Not anymore.”

Their gazes locked, and in that exchange, a silent promise was forged. Kit exhaled slowly; it wasn’t surrender but acceptance—the knowledge that some voids would never be filled, yet life insisted on sprouting anew in the most unexpected places.

“That means a lot to me, Abby, and thanks for being such a good friend and more,” he said, his voice thick with gratitude.

He didn’t need to articulate the depth of his appreciation or affection; it was implicit in the gentle squeeze of her hand and the warmth in her eyes.

While they sat side by side, Kit understood that this journey—shadowed by memories of Clara—had morphed into something else entirely: a passage through grief, a rekindling of purpose, and the tentative unfurling of new beginnings with Abby, who now seemed less like an echo of what he’d lost and more like the melody to a song he was only just learning to sing.

CHAPTER12

THE POACHERS

“Boss? We just saw a sailboat out by the traps.”

“Did you get the catch?”

“We did. We were already inside.”

“Did they see you?”

“No. We were getting ready to head out. We’d turned off all of the equipment—like I said, we were leaving when we saw them. We laid low and waited for them to leave.”

“Any idea who they were?”

“No, but I think I’ve seen the boat before. I could probably identify it.”

“Could you recognize them?”

“No. It was dark, and they had a big searchlight. It did look like a man and a woman though.”

“Damn…”

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