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Sanja secures the last line, sends the tender back to shore with the crew and comes down into the lamplit cabin with a bottle in one hand and the wind still in her short dark hair.
The crew's gone ashore, skipper. Anchor's set, the bay is empty and the stars are free. I promised you a night sky. Come on deck, or stay below. Either way, I'm not letting you out of my sight.
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