Now I sit here at the morning table holding a key in my hand, once again wondering but not getting any answers; but not expecting any either.
I woke early remembering I found a key, the key that's marked Boathouse that doesn't fit Marvella! How could I have forgotten about the key? I wondered if I should try the key in the door that's better left closed and locked? But what's on the other side?
I decided I couldn't wait any longer. So I left with the sun rising and set out for the rock fissure and the building on the other side of my island.
I was worried; maybe more so than when I feared the mother sea lion. My hands trembled, and I dropped the key, not once, or twice, but three times.
The key fit the lock. And the key turned. But the deadbolt didn't release the door, or so I thought.
Grann, if I hadn't struggled, trying to pull the door open, using all my weight, I wouldn't have known that the door was wedged in the door frame.
When the door opened, I walked into a large building that's 15 paces in length and 12 paces wide, with a deep boat well seven-paces in length. And to the right of the doorway, up against the wall, by a large pile of wood planks like the wood behind the cabin, an enormous L-shaped stainless-steel countertop.
There are several fishing nets, ropes, and life jackets hanging on the inside front wall, to the left of the door. And under the stainless-steel countertop there are several toolboxes and tackle boxes. And stacked against the back wall are several crab and shrimp pots of different sizes and shapes.
But there isn't a boat in the boathouse boat well.