Breaching the Port Threshold

I marched out from me cozy towel camp straight down the long, echoey timber canyon toward the great outer doorway! Guarding the threshold was a massive, bristly coconut-fiber welcome mat looking rougher than a coral reef. Peeking out from beneath its thick edge lay a fallen brass key, glimmering like sunken gold! Sticking me wooden cutlass under the fiber lip, I levered the rough mat up with all me might, wiggled the shiny key free, and gave its notched head a resounding victory tap. Another harbor charted—time to claim me booty!