Joaquim didn’t stay another second. He spun the boat around so fast it nearly tipped and paddled harder than he had in years. By the time he reached the village landing, he was out of breath and white-faced, dragging the boat up onto the mud before anyone had even asked what happened.
It didn’t take long for people to gather. At first, a few laughed. That stopped when they saw his expression. Joaquim wasn’t the kind of man who panicked easily. He had been fishing those waters for most of his life.
He knew the river, and the river knew him. So when he said there was something out there big enough to strike a boat, people listened.
And once he started telling them what he had seen… the mood in the village changed fast.