Rik-the-chik

 Rik shivered and drew her jacket close around her. The lapping of waves rocked her boat slightly in the moonlight. The sea breeze cut right through her cargo pants, and she was soaked, despite everything she wore being quick dry. She was at the prow of her dingy; paddling with long, deep strokes, and the handle of the oar was wearing blisters in her hands. Something ominous was behind her. She looked back, and couldn't see anything, but she felt it. Paddling faster, she made for a dark shape a few hundred yards away. As she drew closer, she recognized it as a dock. She tied up to a cleat on the dock and crawled out of the dingy, anxious to g