August 18 - 8.00 AM – The docks

The whole harbor area, is dominated by a thick and murky fog, which spreads across the beach and then reaches the first houses. The fog here is very common, being the typical and persistent weather condition produced by the Bay of Fundy waters.
The harbor of Greyton lies South of Kenneth beach. The harbor is chocked with sand, leaving the water no deeper than seven or eight feet in many places and creating a sandy tongue dotted with the wooden houses and shanties of fishermen.
There are several wharves where many small fishing boats are berthed. There´s a long stone wall, fifteen feet wide, extending from the sandy spit of land just northeast of town out into the harbor. Sandy deposit have been built so as to form sandy beaches, now lined with the rude shacks of fishermen. The fishermen nets, lobster pots, dories and dilapidated shanties mark the shores. Piles of fish bones and spent campfires attest to their life styles. Some harbor docks host the larger fishing boats, the schooners, those destined to challenge the immense and menacing Atlantic.

The group manages to find Thomas Cornel. He´s a fifty year old man, with grey mustache and a long beard that hides the flushed cheeks. He´s wearing felt-lined rubber boots and jackets and hats made of oiled canvas.
He is preparing his schooner to leave, and talks to the apprentices, without stopping his work.
When the group approaches, he interrupts and lights his pipe, showing an expression of curiosity and interest.

The old mariner replies. He talks loud with energy, as if someone who experienced a strange situation and likes to have it known by people.

"Well, what to say... the Bay not a fine place to fish in.. there are not many scrods there.. but we wanted to give a try.... The Arcadia was an old vessel that was already fallin' apart. We were caught by a storm. What we found strange.. is a storm like that in the Bay. That was really impossible to imagine. I mean.. everybody knows the fucking ocean is far more dangerous. So, the thing caught all of us by surprise."

"You were lucky to have escaped. sounds like. How did you get back to shore?"

"We used the lifeboats. The storm was coming from the north, so the wind pushed us back to the coast of Greyton."

The old seaman seems to expect a question about Carson as a second question.

"Carson was with us when we lost the schooner, and I thought I was the last person to see him alive. Carson is a guy from here and accompanied us. He said he wanted to see us gettin' the scrods, but for me, he was just a fool, as any fool could plainly see.
Didn´t talk that much. Did not mean anything' about himself. I heard from people here that his life was kind of.. complicated. He has been raised by Father Colby, the priest. If you want to know more about Carson, I suggest you pay a visit to him.
Anyway, when we were caught by th' storm, and we used our dories to save us. Carson took another dory, he wasn´t with us.
Wouldn´t you ever believe it?! Instead of getting back, he headed on, facin' the fucking sto'm, with the fucking dory. I doubted he got out from there still alive. But.. what you´re telling me means he saved himself at the end... but no one has seen him in town after that day.

Anyway.. believe this old sea dog who knows what the sea she is like..."

He pats on his chest with his hand as to enforce he has mystical knowledge about the sea.

"I've nevah see a sto'm like thet in th' Bay. You can tell me I's crazy, I felt the sto'm occurred on account of us. She did not want us there. Got it?
So, we never wanted to go back there in the bay. The schooner is still over there, when we abandoned it, it got stranded on a small rocky island, a few miles off Coney Island. "

The man laught

"The boat is not mine. It is the Anderson´s boat. They own most of our vessels here. They said they don´t care, they don´t want to waste money to rescue such an old schooner. They told us to forget about the thing.. and that´s what we do."

"No... I haven´t see any 6 years old... I rarely pay attention to kids.. The lighthouse keeper is Sawney... if he´s not in the lighthouse during the day, he must be at his home in Coney Island. "

"Let's try to find the area where the boy's drawings match the scenery. I don't know that it will tell us much, but maybe make the drawings make more sense to us."

In Timothy´s drawing, the lighthouse of is seen from the shore, from a point at the begenning of the break water.

There are some shoe prints going from the door of the lighthouse to to the nearby rocks of the breakwater. Then, they continue on the wet sand below. Here, they are much more evident and marked. They go towards the city and seem to disappear at some point between the rocks. This point is the viewer point in Tymothy´s drawing.

As the group gets back there, they can clearly see there´s a cave entrance among the rocks. The cave continues into the inland parallel to the ground.

"If we're going to go in there, we best grab some flashlights and maybe some rope. Perhaps tomorrow morning? Of course, it may very well only go back a few feet. "

The rocks surface clearly show up to where they are periodically wet by the sea water. When the tide is high, the entrance to the cave is submerged.
Illuminating inside, one sees that the cave is a tunnel that goes streight towards the hill. Surely, part of the cave will be flooded, but it is difficult to say to what extent, until it is fully explored.
The high tide will be in about six hours.