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The bridge was peaceful.

The first streaks of dawn painted the eastern sky.

Storm handed Ward the binoculars.

"What do you see?"

He slowly scanned the horizon.

Clouds.

Ocean.

Birds.

A fishing boat.

Then...

He smiled.

"A darker line."

Storm looked at him.

"Where?"

He pointed.

"There."

She raised her binoculars.

A smile slowly spread across her face.

"You found the current."

"I did?"

"You did."

She looked genuinely proud.

Ward laughed.

"I think I just passed a test."

"You did."

"What do I win?"

Storm pretended to think.

"Another lesson."

"I was hoping for a cinnamon roll."

She laughed.