Voyage
Thursday, April 24, 2025
I scuttled from the quay down the ship’s gangway, the overhead rigging clattering against the masts and booms in the early summer evening. No-one observed me. The local fisherman were out trawling for herring and cod, or settled into the fug of the village’s inn. I did not want to elicit questions about the antecedents of a clearly affluent man of the cloth skulking on board a schooner flying a unidentifiable flag. It was academic anyway. An hour later, the schooner was edging out to sea through the north Norfolk creeks, and nobody knew a thing. Or so I hoped.