Unsure of what to say, she glanced at Jake. With a self-deprecating smile, he said, “Sakes, man, can ye no tell by the look o’ us that the sea swept us in tae yon wee harbor t’other side o’ that great ditch o’ yours? The waves shoved our coble over some rocks, so she’ll need new strakes and caulking afore she’s worth aught tae anyone. We canna linger, so mayhap ye’d consider taking her in place o’ our reckoning here. Sithee, I misjudged yon squall earlier and got separated from me ship out yonder somewheres, lost it in the storm.” “Wi’ your woman and the bairn by ye?” “She’s nae me woman but me widowed sister, Allie,” Jake said, revealing a gift for prevarication that delighted Alyson. “Married a chap from a place just north o’ Scarborough,” he added. “The poor mon dropped dead a month ago and left nowt for her, so I were a-fetching her home again. We’d headed north when yon squall hit us and fair shoogled our innards tae bits. Carried us past Filey when we tried tae avoid their reef, and we ended up here.
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