They drift in and out of their shadows, turning slowly. Their faces separated by lanterns, in the silence that settles, low curses, the slow ring of buoys, and beer cans crumpled, marking the hours. They show a weariness soothed by the rhythm of the tides, patient, hanging over fins partly raised, silent, sharpened by hooks and knives.
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