The White Lobster - Pt 2

On October 7th, 1973 Peter went out in his 10 foot wooden dingy to check the chop as he always had. It was a brisk morning, Fall was still battling Summer which resulted in a foggy harbor. As Peter rowed out toward Eastern Point Light, he didn't notice anything unusual. The harbor was calm, Peter was gliding through the water and with the dense fog felt like he was moving through clouds. As he rounded Eastern Point and exited the harbor the fog seemed to be getting thicker. Now this was unusual. Within minutes the fog got so heavy that Peter could barely see his own feet. He could tell it was daytime but he couldn't see the sun. All sense of direction was lost. Peter had no idea which way was back to the harbor and which way was open ocean. He thought to himself, he could sit and wait until the fog burns off but that could take hours and he didn't like idly sitting in the way of oncoming boat traffic. So he chose the next best option. Pick a direction and row. Peter put his back to where he assumed was east and rowed hard. His theory was that he would crash into something within 20 minutes tops. An hour had gone by and Peter was still rowing. His pace had dropped significantly but he kept rowing in the same direction. When night fell Peter decided not to sleep in fear he'd lose his direction. He kept a steady row all through the night and by morning he was shivering uncontrollably. When the sun rose the next morning, the fog seemed even thicker. Peter wondered if he were in purgatory. He kept rowing in the same direction. The dense fog didn't lift for 3 more days. And for 3 whole days Peter rowed day and night. By sundown on the 4th day Peter was so cold his body began to shut down. He could no longer row. He wanted to sleep badly but was afraid he wouldn't wake up. Frost bit was setting in, he was exhausted and lost consciousness.