Quinn’s jaw dropped. “So… all our dried fish… basically gone for free?”

Hope frowned. “And we even lost money on the groceries and labor costs.”

Mr. Luca patted his old friend on the shoulder. “Tough luck. Good thing I didn’t go to the market myself.”

Fishing at sea was exhausting, but at least the haul had been rewarding.

Meanwhile, Remi, Noah and Sylvia had wasted their entire morning for nothing. Even Remi frowned—today’s batch of dried fish had come from a grueling previous trip he and the other guests had taken. Hard work, all for nothing.

Ms. Manon chimed in, concerned. “If you didn’t get the groceries, what are we...