Overwhelmed with joy, I completely forgot everything around me, including Margo, who was watching me from the shore. She observed my alternating fits of elation and despair, my expressions shifting like a magician's tricks, utterly captivating. A fitting analogy would be winning the lottery, only to drop the ticket in the water, painstakingly retrieving and drying it, just to have it snatched away by the wind. Then, after chasing it for miles, the wind dies down, and the ticket floats back into the water.
After all that frantic activity, I felt like I had burned off every last bit of crab I'd eaten the previous day. I realized that if I continued this avarice, I would starve. Hadn't I found a Swiss Army knife and an unopened case? I should focus on the case. The debris underneath the
