Moonwatcher

EXT. HARBOUR - DAY

I'm riding alone in a small ferry boat (like an Aquabus plying the waters of False Creek in Vancouver). The boat is travelling very fast; its motor races. I know without being told that the boat is under remote control--controlled by a pirate. He is kidnapping me and bringing me to the cove where he is hiding.

For no particular reason that I remember, I gain lucidity and look around at my surroundings. A firetruck is being transported--upside-down--in a barge on flimsy scaffolding.

My boat runs aground but continues racing in a straight line, its speed unchecked, on the land parallel to the water line. People are on the beach. I begin to plan how, if need be, I will defend myself from ruffians when the ferry reaches its destination.