Benefaction at 41.46 N, 50.14 W

It was the timbre of the screech that brought seven-year-old Zachary Harvey to a skidding stop. Like a razor carving slate, it curled your earwax. Zachary turned around, stuffing the rest of his biscuit into his blazer pocket. The sound had come from behind him and high up. The night, though clear and starlit, was moonless. Aft of the boat …