I arrived by the pier at dawn and someone was already waiting for the truck to roll in, waving his hand to direct where I should park the truck.

Once I parked the truck and got off it, the man approached me and handed me a key.

He didn't say anything, just nodded at the bike parked in a distance behind the truck.

I looked at the key in my hand and back at the man who was walking towards the back of the truck to the container's opening.

I walked away slowly, keeping my ...