August 18 - 2.00 PM Michael at the docks
Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2019 4:11 am
The whole harbor area, is dominated by a thick and murky fog, which spreads across the beach and then reaches the first houses. The fog here is very common, being the typical and persistent weather condition produced by the Bay of Fundy waters.
The harbor of Greyton lies South of Kenneth beach. The harbor is chocked with sand, leaving the water no deeper than seven or eight feet in many places and creating a sandy tongue dotted with the wooden houses and shanties of fishermen.
There are several wharves where many small fishing boats are berthed. There´s a long stone wall, fifteen feet wide, extending from the sandy spit of land just northeast of town out into the harbor. Sandy deposit have been built so as to form sandy beaches, now lined with the rude shacks of fishermen. The fishermen nets, lobster pots, dories and dilapidated shanties mark the shores. Piles of fish bones and spent campfires attest to their life styles. Some harbor docks host the larger fishing boats, the schooners, those destined to challenge the immense and menacing Atlantic.
Michael manages to find the captain of the shipwrecked schooner where Martin Thompson disappeared into the sea.
His name is Thomas Cornel. He´s a fifty year old man, with grey mustache and a long beard that hides the flushed cheeks. He´s wearing felt-lined rubber boots and jackets and hats made of oiled canvas.
He is preparing his schooner to leave, and talks to the apprentices, without stopping his work. When Michael approaches, he interrupts and lights his pipe, showing an expression of curiosity and interest.
The harbor of Greyton lies South of Kenneth beach. The harbor is chocked with sand, leaving the water no deeper than seven or eight feet in many places and creating a sandy tongue dotted with the wooden houses and shanties of fishermen.
There are several wharves where many small fishing boats are berthed. There´s a long stone wall, fifteen feet wide, extending from the sandy spit of land just northeast of town out into the harbor. Sandy deposit have been built so as to form sandy beaches, now lined with the rude shacks of fishermen. The fishermen nets, lobster pots, dories and dilapidated shanties mark the shores. Piles of fish bones and spent campfires attest to their life styles. Some harbor docks host the larger fishing boats, the schooners, those destined to challenge the immense and menacing Atlantic.
Michael manages to find the captain of the shipwrecked schooner where Martin Thompson disappeared into the sea.
His name is Thomas Cornel. He´s a fifty year old man, with grey mustache and a long beard that hides the flushed cheeks. He´s wearing felt-lined rubber boots and jackets and hats made of oiled canvas.
He is preparing his schooner to leave, and talks to the apprentices, without stopping his work. When Michael approaches, he interrupts and lights his pipe, showing an expression of curiosity and interest.