A little peak. Inspired by witnessed events!
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The harbor master blew his whistle and shouted. He had been on the other side of the harbor near the life boat station when he saw the group of trouble making lads throwing rocks at birds from the quay. As he rounded the final corner of the marina and neared the boys, his hand settled on his belt.
He wouldn’t bother with lectures this time.
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-M
