Little Timothy remains silent and apatic. He just follows the investigators as if driven by a kind of natural inertia, something telling him he has to follow those adults currently taking care of him, whoever they are.
The four investigators return to Greyton in the early afternoon. The small coastal town of Maine is exactly how they left it. The tide falls as they arrive at the port, forcing the boat to stop on the beach. Meanwhile, the patch of fog falls behind them, over the whole bay of Fundy, like a pitiful veil that closes their adventure and misfortune. The fishermen of the first hovels turn their gaze to the small boat, with a glimmer of curiosity, but not enough to divert them from their work of building nets. A group of workers is preparing a scooner to sail to the Atlantic in the coming days. The seagulls scream on the pier, and their noise is confused with the playful screaming of a group of children, who are cackling somewhere in the middle of the houses. The indifferent simplicity of this small seaside town becomes something absurd, located at the mouth of the bay, a few miles away from the abysmal horrors the investigators will never forget.
OOC: Let me know if the group interacts with someone in the city, or just leave to Boston |
