The salt-laced wind whipped Eddy's hair across his face as he scanned the glistening sands of Tanjung Bungah beach. The morning sun, a fiery orb in the pale sky, warmed his skin. He loved these early morning hunts, the beach deserted save for the scuttling crabs and the cries of distant gulls. The air smelled of brine and something sweet, like ripe mangoes from the nearby orchards.
