I laugh, dismissing her superstitious nonsense.
There's no car access. Humping furniture down the narrow coastal path to the cottage is hard work. And my friends - initially excited by my purchase - are all suddenly very busy.
I urinate into the salty waters below before collapsing into a deep sleep.
The sound of splintering wood wakes me.
Furious waves froth with anger and churn with rage.
Outside, a seagull crackles like an old woman as the livid green ocean smashes through the front door.