"Dad, if you can remember my name I won't make you take the medicine."
John Atkinson Grimshaw Paintings, Salthouse Docks, Liverpool 02
Strange thoughts to occupy your mind, William mused. Stranger still that you would think of her today.
Stepping out into the morning air William Hamby made his way through the crowded streets and past the car jam that perennially clogged Fourth St. while angry commuters shouted at each other and blew their horns at the injustice of having to wait - they were far to important for such things, after all. His pace quickened as he crossed the tea houses and coffee shops on Ninth. He found himself sprinting down Baker's St. and practically running as fast as he could down Henley Bridge and to the docks.
What the hell's gotten into me, he wondered as he nearly collapsed from exhaustion. Why did I run?
Looking back up the hill and towards Henley Bridge he couldn't place his finger on it. People, just normal everyday people, still milled about and none of them seemed to even notice him. Even the dockworkers were too busy with their own affairs to pay him any mind. Why did I run?
He took some time to rearrange himself and began to quietly recite the song his mother used to sing when he was scared.
Funny little song, he thought as his nerves settled. I wish I could ask her the rest of it.
He made his way through the docks asking those he met along the way where he could find Captain Thomas. He was directed along the docks to an old, rickety ship that seemed content to deny the laws of gravity and buoyancy as it bobbed along. Boards stuck out everywhere and it was so covered in barnacles and seaweed that it looked as though the sea were trying to claim it here and now.
Captain Thomas? William called out. Captain Thomas, I'm William Krutch, son of Arthur Krutch. He said you had something for me? No answer came. Captain Thomas? Are you there?