Earl idled the boat’s engine. On a calm harbor beneath a breaking dawn, the lobsterman watched the horned plesiosaur’s head rise above the Bluebird’s stern.
It dropped a loose trap buoy onto the deck.
“Thanks, Bert. I’ve been missing that.”
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