The Ocean Keeper
The morning the ocean took Peter, the sky was the colour of polished silver. Arthur Winslow stood on the pier at Manhattan and watched the Exploration depart, its three masts cutting clean lines against the pale light. Peter stood at the rail in a navy blazer that his mother had bought him for Christmas, waving until the ship turned the corner and disappeared into the fog. Arthur waved back. He...
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