My First Time in the Carrelet Cabin: Nervous Waves of Discovery
The carrelet cabin juts out over the crashing ocean, ten meters high on rickety stilts. Wooden planks creak under my bare feet as I lead Pierre across the swaying bridge. Heart hammers like waves below. Sixteen, innocent, but burning. He’s older, steady eyes promising secrets. Door clangs shut behind us—rustic table, rough benches, salt air…
