In the months after the trials, Rhys and I took back what was ours.

The day my brother walked out onto the dry docks on his own two feet — no chair, no strap, just a man crossing the yard his father had crossed ten thousand times — the old shipbuilders who had known our family since before we were born stopped their work and wept openly, not one of them ashamed of it.

We cleared out the managers Callum had installed to hollow the place from the inside.

We renegotiated the contracts that had been signed to bleed us.