He whispered that patience is a stronger net than any mesh, and the boy watched bubbles pulse from anemone crowns like tiny lanterns. They left with hands clean, pockets full of drawings, and a promise to return with cousins and chocolate for chilly mornings.
He saw us collecting line and waved us over with a grin. Out came an extra spool and tips about wind knots and low‑drag rigs. Sharing gear sparked conversation, and within minutes three strangers were patrolling the rail like old friends with purpose.
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