Cast off

Walking through a deserted restaurant with another guy. Next to the building, we board a sailboat and start putting trinkets from the interior in our pockets. As I eye a golf club leaning against the wall near a bunch of rolled up maps, the guy I’m with indicates that people are coming. We hop off the boat and back into the restaurant hoping that they didn’t see us onboard. A group of men and women enter and I try to talk our way out of the place.