There was a rumour going around that a killer tide was coming in.
So everyone at the marina moved their boats to higher ground.
No one knew what a killer tide actually was, but the rumour was laced with enough hysteria to urge every boat owner to action.
First, one shifted his boat, said it was a precaution as his boat was worth a quid or two and he wasn’t taking any chances. Pretty soon no one was taking chances, and the wharf became a boat parking lot.
High tide was predicted that night. Sailors near and far waited in expectation.
The following morning the sea spread before them in its usual calm self. Hardly a ripple. A school of dolphins rose and fell.
The boat owners looked at each other, a feeling of inner embarrassment.
‘You can never be too sure, can you,’ said one to the other.