It's a beautiful morning as the smell from the sea invades your senses. The birds squawking and chirping fills the air with the sounds of the sea.
It takes about 15 minutes for even Aunt Loosa to make the short walk. As you approach the wharf you see the painters are already up and painting.
As you walk into Bradley Bros Ships and Fishing, it is a small fishing store. There is a counter that splits the store in half. The walls are covered in Nets, Fishing gear, Rope and other boating supplies.
You see Michael Dryver standing behind the counter. "Yea, can I help you."
He looks at you a bit suspiciously when you walk in, but after your request he relaxes, "Is that all you wanted yesterday? You can freak a guy out sneaking about his property that way. These damn painters got me on nerve all the time anyway. Its like watching ghosts out there."Michael says, he turns and looks at a board behind him with some tags hanging on it. "Would you need someone to pilot it, or you taking it out yourselves, and how many are there of you?"
"Thank you, Mr. Dryver," says Eddie. "There are three of us, and we will be needing to hire a pilot too. Do you know anything about what happened to the lighthouses?"
"Not a problem, we can accommodate you." He slides up a window in the back, and takes a colored flag and waves it, then turns back to you. "What do you mean, did something happen to the lighthouses?" Michael asks.
"Sure thing," says Eddie, taking out his wallet and paying him the two dollars. "That's funny, my name's Eddie too. This is a beautiful wharf you've got here, Mr. Dryver. I can see why the painters are always coming around to paint it. I understand how it could get to be an annoyance, but you could probably make some moeny by selling them refreshments."
He looks at you strangely, "does it look like I'm a pop stand? besides those guys don't have a dime. Town folks come and feed them or they'd all starve out there."Michael smirks, "here's your boat now, enjoy."
You see a small sail boat pull around next to the wharf. An unshaven middle aged man is manning the tiller.
"All right, thank you," he says. He'd like to ask more questions, particularly about the Bradleys, but he doesn't want to upset Dryver any further. Perhaps the ladies might have better luck with him, or it might be better to wait until returning from Thatcher Island. Once they are ready, he goes with them to the boat.
The sailor has a small sail boat and helps everyone into the boat. As you greet him he only grunts at you. After everyone's on board he asks, "So what's your pleasure, a quick tour around the bay?" As he unties the boat and pushes off.
"We'd like to go to Thatcher Island and see the lighthouses, please," says Eddie. "I was thinking we could put in at the nearer one and walk across the island to the other."
