James could think of lots of better ways to spend an afternoon. Like tramping about on the moors and fields and cliffs around Whitby; climbing into the Carrington grounds to check the snare he set yesterday and climbing back out with a dead rabbit in his bag; plundering farmer's fields and orchards; peeing off a cliffside just too watch it fall down a great distance. But he was tired now and so he was on his way home to hand over the haul to his siblings. He wouldn't tell Noah of course. His brother had been all weird since they had moved into Mr. Meijer's place and would scold him where once he would have told him 'good job'.

He was just passing the West Cliff when he noticed a man with a telescope. He stopped to watch, wishing the object was his so that he could play pirate or spy on people. But while his attention was on the gadget first, he soon realized the opportunity for obtaining... well... not a spyglass, but some coin, for the man was very focused on whatever lady the pervert was peeping at.

James tiptoed over, looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him, and then carefully reached into the pocket of the man's jacket.