James sat on the harbour walls looking out to sea. The last voyage had been poor yet again. The last few trips out to catch fish had barely brought in enough to cover the crew wages and the running costs. The bonuses still hadn't surfaced and was now approaching 6 months without any additional pay.

His mind was struggling to cope with the memories and flashbacks that appeared. It was coming up to 7 years since the incident. A couple of the lads were from Whitby that he pulled from that magazine and to add more fuel to the fire in his mind. He had walked past one of the families this morning. 

James sat unwrapping his sandwich and took a bite as he stared blankly out to sea. The half bottle lay in his haversack by his side. Is it too early to start drinking? He thought to himself