Chapter 7 - Witnesses Begin to Speak
As tension settled over the dock, an elderly woman slowly pushed through the crowd using a wooden cane. Her eyes widened the moment she recognized Captain Elias.
"I know him," she said.
Several people turned toward her.
"He saved my husband during the floods twenty-three years ago."
A middle-aged fisherman immediately stepped forward.
"And he rescued my brother after that ferry accident."
One by one, strangers began sharing stories.
"He found my missing son."
"He organized the volunteer search."
"He never accepted a single dollar."
The bullies exchanged uneasy glances.
Only minutes earlier, they believed nobody cared about the old fisherman.
Now dozens of voices defended him.
The tallest bully shouted over them.
"Enough! He's still just an old man!"
But his words no longer carried the same confidence.
The crowd wasn't looking at him anymore.
They were looking at Elias.
The quiet fisherman who had sat alone every morning suddenly seemed like someone everyone had forgotten—but nobody had stopped respecting.
Elias remained calm.
"I asked you to leave peacefully."
"You still can."
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The youngest bully lowered his head.
For the first time that morning, he actually considered listening.
