02-15-2021, 02:22 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-19-2021, 06:25 PM by Joseph Blacke.)
When Joe’s well-worn hobnailed boots hit the corner of the street that marked the beginning of the Cragg, it was a strange feeling for him. For he grew up here, but he no longer lived here. The story was simple: Joe’s grandfather on his mother’s side, Elias, was a sailor, man and boy. After serving Her Majesty as a sailor for the crown, he was the coxswain of a Whitby fishing boat and lived with wife and family alongside other fisherfolk here. Joe’s parents were young and broke, so lived with Elias and started to raise their young family. Better pay and a bit of luck eventually allowed Joe’s immediate family to move across the river to Osway.
“Aye up. Are the Wards in?” Joe asked a nearby fisherwomen standing on her step. She nodded and pointed in the appropriate direction.
“Aye up. Are the Wards in?” Joe asked a nearby fisherwomen standing on her step. She nodded and pointed in the appropriate direction.