Not a word had been spoken, but there had been a conversation nonetheless. It reminded João of his crew. How the men could pass long nights working the nets without speaking more than a dozen words between them. Everything communicated through a glance or a gesture or a simple action. Such an understanding didn’t come without a price, João knew. It took years on the open ocean. Far out beyond the edge of the world. It was closer than anyone wanted to believe. That place where no help would come in time. When you were on your own with only your crew to watch your back for that wave that would
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