As Dashiell stepped off the boat and onto the bustling mainland dock, the port was alive with activity. Ships were being loaded and unloaded, people hurried about with crates and goods, and the air was filled with the sounds of engines, shouting workers, and seagulls circling above. The salty breeze hit his face, grounding him for a moment as he pulled out his phone.
He hesitated briefly before dialing his dad's number. The line rang as he made his way through the crowd, the weight of what he had to say pressing on him.
Dashiell pressed the phone to his ear, the distant sound of ringing blending with the noise of the busy port. Finally, a click on the other end signaled the call connecting.
"Dashiell?" His father's voice was cool and professional, as always. "I'm in the middle of a meeting with clients. What's so urgent?"
