Twilight cast a honey-colored glow over the East China Sea, where fishing boats rocked gently and the scent of fresh fish soup drifted across the decks.
Someone tossed a bundle of washed kelp into the air, drawing a circle of screaming, wheeling gulls. A child ran after the froth of the waves with a homemade little fishing net, trouser legs soaked in salty brine.
"Don't run so fast! Mind you don't fall in and feed the sharks!"
Chapter 114