I jumped onto the pier and tried to keep the boat's momentum from slamming into the concrete. It didn't work too well, but Brian and the other's got off okay. I was standing on the handle of a concrete fork of a pier, with a rusty and unused warehouse occupying the middle space. Two guys were laughing on an adjacent pier, and I guessed why: the pier I had just jumped onto was not connected to the shore in a friendly way. The wood was rotted on one side and the seagulls were swooping at my head. I asked the guys how to get off the dock and they gave me shitty advice, so I walked to the other side where another man, wearing a captain's hat, laughed at the situation. I could see a fence down at the end, and there I was met by a representative of the Coast Guard who also laughed at the situation. I asked him if I was doing anything illegal, and he said I was trespassing. There fence was high and unsuitable for climbing, but there was a way around the fence by going along the outer edge. I threw my back pack over the fence and climbed along the edge onto the wooden dock. I said thank you the Coast Guard and walked to the train.