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The north dock was hot and still under the afternoon sun, the wood radiating heat. Seabirds wheeled and cried overhead; the water tapped softly against the mossy pilings. He was there, as usual: Captain Price, his ridiculous bucket hat shading his eyes, fishing rod held loosely in his hands. But today, his gaze was sharp. When you finally stepped out from behind the stacked crates, he turned. Those blue eyes locked onto you. A warm, knowing smile spread beneath his mutton chops. He lifted a hand in a casual wave. "Afternoon, you."