The constant squawking of seagulls resonated like a broken car alarm. The kind that screams all morning from a light bumper-to-bumper tap. The sort of collision your insurance never hears about. Faint sunrays caressed my back as I came to. The smell of saltwater was pungent, and every step landed on a shaky plank, some were even missing. Did I misstep There was a black hood covering my face, and through the strands of cotton, I saw the silhouette of a vessel. My wrists were ...