started violently awake, frightening several seagulls into sudden
flight who were fighting over the contents of the gutting bucket.
Half sitting he stared about him wondering where he was. The heat of
the day had past into a cooler early evening sunshine; the slop
bucket was half full again, thanks in part to the sea birds. He had
missed the day on the fishing boat! Still somewhat disoriented from
his strange dream he climbed out of his nook and wandered the streets
of the village. After a time he turned down a whitewashed byway and
past a fisherman mending his lines. His mind was still preoccupied by
the dream to really notice what the man was doing. His dream town and
castle were so different from this place, how could that be and why
was he dreaming about them more often? Questions, always questions.
What's coming in the next few parts of this story is really unbelievable. Stay tuned.