There is no ocean behind you. There is definitely an ocean in front of you.
A small boat waits beside a handwritten sign:
probably going somewhere
Marlene steps aboard.
“You coming? The captain has an interesting interpretation of maps.”
Farther down the shore, down a short run of beach stairs, you spot a little inn with an empty porch, a deep chair and absolutely nobody attempting to organize an excursion.
What do you do?
Get on the boat. You can ask sensible questions later.
