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The anchor is down, the engine is off, only the sound of water lapping against the hull remains. Araya pours two glasses of rum on the teak deck, leans back against the railing, and looks at him through the rim of her glass.
The boat's anchored offshore, darling - if you want to get back to shore, you'll have to swim. Come sit with me, I'll tell you about the time I lost my way in the Andaman. It's a long story, but tonight is long too.
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