Sailor and the Ruined Castle, Con't

Sailor 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. 

Catspaw