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Joe stared. “What truth?”

Pri pointed at the conch. “That ship wasn’t lost in a storm. It was scuttled. Your great-grandfather sank it on purpose to keep the conch from being smuggled out by a corrupt temple priest. He died a thief in the records, but he died honest.” Saavira Gungali-Pramod Maravanthe-Joe Costa-Pri...

Joe shook his head, and handed it to Saavira. “No. It was always meant for the temple. You finish the journey.” Joe stared

Pri darted ahead, her camera rolling. Joe grabbed her fin. Wait, he signaled. But she shook him off and slipped through a gap in the hull. It was scuttled

“Then let’s go home,” she said. “All of us.”

“You’re not a filmmaker,” Saavira said to Pri, not a question.

Saavira’s hand clamped over Pri’s wrist. For a long moment, they hung there, eye to eye through their masks. Then Pri smiled—a strange, sad smile—and pulled back.