A faint smile ghosted across Edwin’s lips. “Then maybe we’ll prove them wrong.” The gulls cried again, louder this time. The wind picked up, fluttering the edges of Elias’s coat. He looked out across the water, the horizon flat and silver.
Finally, he said, “Alright. But we do this my way. No chances. No heroics.” Edwin nodded. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.” They untied the ropes in silence. The old trawler groaned as it drifted from the dock, the sound echoing against the cliffs.