Nikko sat down and gazed at the boats bobbing in the harbour, something was wrong.  They’d headed out early, and though the other boats had returned, they hadn’t. 

Worried he ran down the road, pausing outside that stinky place and leaping up and down, pleased when the automatic doors opened.

Inside they were milling around, but he didn’t hesitate, hoisting his leg, to let out a long steady stream on the nearest leg, before running out the door, with them in hot pursuit.

Moments later a hand was rubbing his head, “Good dog, call the lifeguards George, Mal’s missing.”

#Writephoto – Boat

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