I woke up at about 1:30am because I heard noises. Someone was approaching the V-berth. I thought one of the girls must be coming to see me - nighttime visits are not unheard of around here. I registered that whoever it was had a flashlight, which was odd, but not impossible.
"Honey? Are you okay out there?" I called.
As the intruder turned and started pounding up the companionway, I came fully awake and realized what was happening. And I started screaming my head off.
"Help! Help! There is someone on my boat! Please help me!" I jumped out of my hatch and kept screaming as the man raced away down the dock. The otherwise silent, still dock.
I called the police. I stood on deck, trying to make my voice stop shaking, trying to summon French vocabulary that I never use - to steal, to flee.
A neighbour appeared. He and his wife heard me, and came to help. They made me tea and sat with me while I waited for the police. He called the marina security office, and helped me talk to the guard. And I sat in the cockpit and shook.
I made a list of all of the cards in my wallet. I called the bank to cancel everything. I prayed that Skype wouldn't drop my connection until I was done.
It was 3am when I finished, and I felt like I was never going to sleep again. But, scared or not, I couldn't just surf the internet all night. I had to try to sleep.
Weak batteries be damned, I turned on all the lights before heading back to bed. As though someone were still hiding in the corner. And there, lo and behold, was my wallet, abandoned in the middle of the salon table. All of the cash and change was gone, but everything else remained - credit cards, baby pictures, scrawled notes to myself. And I started to laugh a little. Of course, now that I had cancelled everything, the wallet was there all along.
Lights out. Well, most lights out. I went to bed with a flashlight in my hand and the 32V light burning above my bed. Eventually I slept. Lightly, jumping at every noise. But it was something.
This morning I went around to talk to my neighbours. Everyone was shocked and upset. And 3/4 boats had woken to a noise, but when it didn't continue, they chalked it up to rowdy people and went back to sleep. No one else had anything missing.
This is our third brush with crime on our cruising adventure. The second time, I had my bag stolen at the beach in Cartagena. And the first event happened only days after we bought Papillon: the outboard motor was stolen off the back deck in Florida. So. Although onlookers express the greatest fears for our safety when we visit developing nations, I see that we have only had issues in urban, fairly first world environments. Interesting.
So let's talk reactions. I have lived a very lucky life: this is my first real brush with scary crime. And you never know how you are going to react to a situation until it happens.
My first reaction is that I am grateful the whole thing went down the way it did. This... this... I'm having trouble choosing a family-friendly term here, so let's use "thief" and you can replace that as you like. This thief didn't lay a finger on me or my girls. That is 100% all I care about. And it is frankly what scares me the most - this thief was on my boat while I was sleeping, walking around my personal space and poking through my stuff. If things had gone differently, would I have been able to scream long and loud enough for someone to take the noise seriously? I felt safe in the marina with neighbours a few feet away. Now I feel like I might as well be on a thousand acres all alone. But back to gratitude: this was the best possible outcome. Yes, I lost some money, but nobody got hurt. Scared, but not hurt.
So what do I do now? What will I change? What should I do to be safe? More accurately, what should I do to feel safe? Because I think safety is pretty much an illusion. Yes, you do your best, but sometimes that tweaker is going to grab your cash. That is the hard reality of life.
Now I have to take a breath and regroup. Decide how to balance reasonable protection versus fear. Choose how best to fulfill my responsibilities to my kids. Maybe I'll start with a motion detector hooked up to a light or a siren - something to scare your casual thief away. I've already turned down the offer of a guard dog for a few nights. And I'll think about what really needs to be done when my head is clearer.
But right now, I just want some sleep.