Gil whispered as he crouched down and followed Nargis along the dock. Lights were burning at each corner of the marina and the moon was almost full, but between the lines of moored boats the shadows were as dark as spilled oil. “Here,” said Nargis, stopping a few yards from the end of the dock. A lobster boat was rocking gently on the incoming tide. Before Gil could stop her, Nargis had clambered aboard. He hesitated, crouching next to one of the posts on the dock. It was past nine o’clock and Gil had promised his grandfather he’d be home by ten. He and Nargis had said they were going to a movie at the Cineplex, but instead they were sneaking around the waterfront. Finally, Gil got up the courage to reach out and grab the side of the lobster boat. Throwing one leg over, he climbed inside. Nargis was tugging at something in the back, and all at once there was a crash. “Are you insane?” said Gil. “What are you doing?” “Got it,” said Nargis, holding up an old lobster trap.
