Chapter 14 - Arriving At The Ancient Port Of Chania
The private jet landed at the coastal airport in Crete just as the morning sun rose over the azure waters of the Aegean Sea.
Arthur was met on the tarmac by two local operatives hired by Eleanor, who drove him in a rugged SUV toward the old port of Chania.
The narrow cobblestone streets were lined with ancient stone buildings, colorful fishing boats, and small seaside taverns bustling with locals.
They arrived at a secluded boat repair yard tucked away behind a row of crumbling Venetian walls near the edge of the harbor.
Arthur stepped out of the vehicle, his heart hammering against his ribs as he walked through the heavy wooden gates of the yard.
The sound of electric tools and metal hammering filled the warm sea air as workers moved around the wooden hulls of traditional fishing vessels.
In the center of the yard, a tall man was kneeling beside a wooden keel, sanding down the timber with practiced, steady hands.
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"David," Arthur called out, his voice cracking with emotion as he took a step forward into the dusty workshop.
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