His voice smelled of the sea; not a calm, romantic splash of salty air, but the harsh reality of rotten fish and seaweed, and twenty-hour days caught in rope and leaky boats.

Somehow, it wasn’t totally repulsive, more of a shock: when someone opens their mouth to speak, you do not expect to be transported back to the seaside hideaways of your childhood.

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