Alone At The Seaside

Sunday, October sunlight, I´m at the marina admiring a boat made of wood, hull, deck and the bridge; I was dreaming of mystical islands in the Pacific. An elderly man near me spoke, said it was his ship, it had been a fishing vessel…Asked if I wanted to come onboard and have a look…Yes thank you. Everything onboard was spick& span, but noticed the freezer in the pantry took too much space. The cargo hold of his vessel was converted a salon, but why all those black silk pillows, on sofas and chairs? Thought it sinister. The man was standing too near me taking up my pace and breathing my air. Back on deck he invited me for an afternoon trip, but told him I had to go home for my tea. Driving home I thought of the freezer again, perhaps he wanted to lure to the open sea throttle me with one of the black pillows cut me into pieces and put each part in nice plastic bags with name tags on, say, left leg, shoulder bone, thigh and foot. use them as bait when he went shark fishing. Once again my hunch had saved my life.