The Lift Bridge slowly passed over the Rebecca as Scott Hansen piloted his boat into Superior harbor. After the events of the night, it turned out to be a fine morning as the sun climbed over the lake and shone off tendrils of mist swirling in the cool air.

He glanced aft at the barrels of smelt tied neatly to the stern transom.

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Yep. He would take the smelt to boys at the Legion and spend a few hours getting plastered while someone cooked the damn things.

Maybe he would tell someone what he saw last night.

He laughed as the Rebecca cleared the causeway. Steering south, he aimed for a pier and decided the sights of the night were something he would keep to himself.

His own little secret.

Scott laughed again. He felt young, exhilarated, and ready to see what the lake was going to do next.

The end.