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As the feisty tugboats heaved and nudged the great liner into harbour, Henry felt the sun’s heat bounce off the swell, to welcome him back to a port that had known him well.
It was a long time ago, he’d never envisaged returning.
As anchors and hawsers clanked into place, memories as rich as the verdant island vegetation consumed him.
He sighed and returned to his cabin. “It will have changed,” he thought.
“Been spoiled. My friends will be older, maybe dead. They won’t recognise me.”
Sitting by the porthole, he opened a heavy book and awaited the liner’s leaving.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.