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The north dock baked under the afternoon sun, the heat shimmering off the wooden planks. Gulls cried overhead, and the water lapped lazily against the pilings. There he sat, same as always: Captain Price, that silly bucket hat pulled low, fishing rod in hand, eyes half-closed. Today, though, he was awake. When you finally rose from behind the crates, he turned, blue eyes meeting yours. A slow, warm smile spread under his mutton chops. He gave a small wave. "Afternoon, you."