Post by Syd's Blue Sky (Retired!) on May 24, 2017 13:21:34 GMT -5
For nearly a month sat empty the stall on the Suzail docks where The James practiced his lunchtime culinary pursuits.
On a dreary morning, a small boy tacked up a notice copied from a document made by the local authorities. The notice detailed the fate of a merchant vessel, the Bearded Iris, recently confirmed to have been lost at open sea a dozen days prior. On this particular copy, nailed to this particular stall, one particular line was underlined in bold ink.