As he tried to work out the swirling questions in his head, Ruebin became aware of a strange sound masked by the waves bellow. Walking to the railing and looking down he could see a rope was tied to the top of the piling and extended away into the darkness. The swaying rope was allowing something to bump heavily into the soaked dark wood.
A whisper in his mind told him to back away and try to find his way home. He didn't recognize this place, but he lived in Los Angeles so how far could he be. It was actually cold here so the answer might be a disturbing one. The object below bumped again as if it was reminding him it was still waiting to be recovered.
Leaning over, he caught the spray soaked rope and began to pull. It was heavy but not horribly so. That took a couple of fears from his mind. Judging by the sway and the sound, it must be hanging close to the wave tops. Inch by inch Ruebin brought it closer to the dim light from the one street lamp near the shore. Inch by inch his apprehension grew.
Inch by inch..
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