He cut the engine. The sudden quiet was broken only by the water slapping gently against the hull. He hooked a wriggling lugworm, feeling the familiar texture as he baited the line. Before casting, he paused to take in the air and the silence.
He scanned the horizon one more time—an old habit—and got ready to fish. Arthur cast his line, watching the bobber settle. He exhaled slowly, letting the silence wrap around him. But then, something in the corner of his eye tugged his attention away.