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"You're supposed to be relaxing."

Without looking up she answered,

"So are you."

"Touche."

She smiled.

"I learned from professionals."

"My sisters."

I laughed.

"I believe that."

She adjusted the binoculars.

"See those birds?"

I followed her gaze.

A flock wheeled gracefully above the water.

"What about them?"

"They're feeding."

"So?"

"So there are fish."

"And?"

"And where there are fish..."

She handed me the binoculars.

I scanned the water.

Then I saw it.

A fishing boat.

Small.

White.

Rocking gently in the distance.

"I found it."

Storm nodded.

"They're working the same school."

I lowered the binoculars.