A small crowd gathers at the Mariner’s hall, # 1077
The boat drifted for days, then was found washed ashore, its broken hull taking on water.
An experienced lobster fisherman, Ingram guffawed with his meaty hand wrapped around his pint of ale, “Just give me some line and I will fill my want, whatever the sea spits out at me.”
But, it looked like the sea claimed him. The old mariner pulled up anchor and set out to fish, traps in tow. Then the Nor’easter slammed the Atlantic coast.
Now they come to wait, and pray.
Joyce E. Johnson (2014)
Footnotes: The above photo was taken in Nova Scotia while on a trip many years ago. I will be posting Part 2 and Part 3 (the conclusion) to this story in a few days.