Deadliest Catch, Season 20

"Then let’s fucking find out." He murmured, his voice a low growl blending with the wind. He admired her spirit, the way she embraced the thrill of danger.

His gaze shifted to the largest walrus, its tusks gleaming menacingly. The challenge was clear: a frontal assault was suicide, but a strike to the nape might just do the trick. Maybe if they tired it out, cornered it away from the water. He watched as Rakia moved, and he followed suit. The brutes' muscles coiled, ready to support her attack.

As she launched forward, he moved in tandem, his body a shadow in her wake. The world narrowed to the hunt, the scent of their prey, the cold bite of the air.


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