The engine started with a quiet purr that rose to an angry growl as the car pulled out of the parking space in the underground garage.

With swift fingertips, Sara typed the address and began the route on her phone before we even exited the structure.

The phone fell into my hands and I was the designated navigator. Per usual.

She abhorred the sound of the GPS voice and she was strict about not looking at her phone as she drove.

Glancing down at the screen, my eyes alighted on the destination.

A single star pulsing over one point on the coast line. The ocean was a few stops by bus and within a 30 minute drive.

I tapped on the star and the description box that popped up made me turn pale.

OKAJIMA FISH MART - Get the ocean's finest catch here!