A quiet stroll along a peninsula's stretch of beach, a gray morning, a clam-digger on the banks of the peninsula's inlet, a few men working in a truck across the narrow inlet, a cabin cruiser trolling slowly up the inlet, as a man beaches a skiff and meets with the stroller briefly, halfway between the seashore and the inlet...then sudden violence and a shooting occur, and the rower finds himself fleeing for his freedom and perhaps his life, knowing that those workmen across the narrow waters of the inlet couldn't help but blame him for the shooting that just occurred.