Waymans warf

[Sara Smith]

The Glaylies are small sparsely inhabited islands in the Atlantic. Their not tropical by any sense of the imagination. They're cold gray and windswept. Full of hardened folks. Fishermen, loggers, farmers, barkeeps, and those who just wash up there.

East Glaylee is small. It's population is roughly 600 people. The only things there are the logging camp, the general store, the one room school, the old stone church, the graveyard, the lighthouse, and Waymans Warf- public house and trading post on the pier. It's a quite misty islland full of trees and those who mostly keep to themselves.

East Glaylee doesn't get many visitors. Just the occasional cargo ship coming to move lumber and drop off supplies. There's rearely any visitors. Mostly the Glaylies are left alone, like they don't even exist....

[Dread]

The wind howled as I walked out of the caretaker's shed, bracing myself against the crisp, cold winter air. Today, as all days in East Glaylee, was a quiet, contemplative day. Nothing for me to do except care for our beloved dead.

"Good morning, Clara," I cooed at one of the tombstones, washing it. "It's a beautiful day. Are you enjoying your rest? I know I would be, on a day like this." I kept chatting with each individual laid to rest, cleaning their stones, trimming the grass, replacing flowers. I thought about how I would soon be resting with these wonderful folks, how someone would chat with me every morning too, washing my stone, trimming my grass, replacing my flowers with such care and respect. It was honestly exciting, how soon death would greet me. I was an old man, I'd find my peace soon.

For now, however, the chores were done. Now all I had to do was watch and wait until I needed to make my rounds again.

[Sara Smith]

I smile coming up the path seeing our caretaker at work. I love the peace of the graveyard, it's a place I will never lay, but it's a nice sentiment. We seals eat our dead so they stay with us, but this is nice too.
"Afternoon friend. I've got some food for you." I call brightly "fish stew, rolls, and the supplies you asked for." I say raising my wicker basket to show him

[Dread]

"Ah, Sara, my dear friend! How good it is to see you." I take the offerings with glee. "Thank you so much my dear, you are so greatly appreciated. How are things today?"

[Sara Smith]

"Strange Dread, very strange. Got a wire today from a ship coming in saying we'll be having visitors in the next week tourists coming for Christmas they say, and a government type here to do a survey on us....I didn't even know we were still a US taritory! I don't like it."

[Dread]

"Oh dear..." I scratch my chin. "I wonder what they could want from us..." I shake my head, shaking the thought away. "Forgive me, where are my manners? Would you like to come inside for some tea, my dear? It's frigid out here."

[Sara Smith]

I smile tugging my fur closer around me. "Tea would be lovely." I follow him inside "how are you dead?" I ask

[Dread]

I lead her inside, brewing some tea. "I've been just swell! Nothing too entertaining here, my closest friends hardly speak a word. Ha!" I chuckle heartily. "But in all seriousness, it does get rather lonely up here. I do so enjoy our visits, Sara. It's always nice to speak with someone who speaks back to me."

[Sara Smith]

I nod gently taking the offered cup. "It's nice to have a friend who doesn't try to convince me to stay on land forever." I smile. It's a tail,old as time, mad meets selki, man loves selki, man steals skin, woman dies heartbroken, but dreads not like that. He's kind and sweet, a little strange compared to the rest of the town, bit kind. "We've got a few days before they start poking around. I'll have to get everything ready, make sure everyone is on best behavior..... this is gonna suck."