John snarled "it better fucking be! Those fisherman won't help you. It looks like a debt collector collecting unpaid debt so they won't bat an eyelid in your direction" John felt the blood pulsing through his vains. The adrenaline pounding. "Oh fine well you did. You wanted to make a name for yourself in the journalist world. You can't bullshit a bullshiter, you just done it on the back of the wrong family" he said as he stood up and gave Gareth a swift boot to the ribs which may have bruised or broken a couple.

He placed the sole of his boat on Gareths chest pushing him down. "One thing about whitby is that it's all working class families who would give you the shirt of their back to help. You want to make a name for yourself, you don't do it off the working class!"