At first, nothing happened. The water lay flat, silver in the last light. A few men exchanged smirks. Someone muttered, “Waste of a night.” Marta folded her arms tighter, lips already curling in victory.
Erik’s jaw clenched. Heat flushed his face. He flipped through his notebook as though the pages might change, but the times were there, exact. Had he been wrong all along? Was he just a fool scribbling at the edge of the sea? Murmurs rose as people began to shift, some turning as though ready to head back.