In the end, Marcel didn’t end up taking me to the bottom of the boat. I had started to thing that he was when we started to descend a slight of stairs, but to my surprise, he had simply led us to a cabin on the boat instead. I had been suspicious of the fact that he seemed to know the layout of the boat even though I had reason to believe that he had never been on a boat in his life.
And yet, he seemed to know where we were supposed to go when I didn’t.
I told myself that I was being unnecessarily suspicious. I had no idea what Marcel had done with his life before I had come here—therefore, it was wrong of me to make assumptions that he had never been on a boat in his life before. They were ill-founded assumptions and I had no way of being certain that they were true or false. So ultim
