John had decided to visit the market before shipping back to the depot to train new recruits. He wanted to pick up a few bits and pieces for him and pippa before they headed south to escape the eyes of whitby once again. 

He admired the local craftsmen as they worked and peddled their wears on the market fronts. He looked at the woolen blankets on the stand and thought about taking one back for the unborn child. He found a couple that he liked and paid the woman behind the market stall before continuing along. 

The market was busy. They must have had a decent catch at sea as most of the market stalls were full of stock. He admired the woolen jumpers that were weaved in a way that if anything happened sailors could identify the pattern from whitby. John looked up. Someone caught his eye