Ynnis

Days had passed since their last attempt to befriend the black stray, and the Tiller brothers were still arguing about it. It had gotten heated at moments, with Ollie vehemently claiming that they had come very close to succeeding and Rob passionately disagreeing with the notion that they could predict, in any way shape or form, what may or may not have happened.   "He didn't bite," Rob said firmly, refusing to budge, as Ollie threw up his hands in exasperation....

It didn't take much to rouse Rob from his slumber. He had always been a light sleeper, quite the opposite to Ollie, whose claim to fame among the sailors of Ynnis was a now notorious incident in which he had fallen asleep in his bunk and become so immune to the world that his crew and picked him up, carried him up to the crow's nest, and deposited him there for the better part of the morning before he had woken up.    So when Ollie came scrambling into the house, fre...

It was Ollie's turn to take the hounds out for their morning stroll, having drawn an early shift the day before and gotten the luxury of a full night's sleep. Knowing that Rob's fishing crew had been out most of the night, hunting the critters of the sea that emerge in the dark, Ollie had roused himself before dawn to let the hounds out before his morning shift on the water.   Somehow, this incessant, unpredictable schedule of theirs worked, between the two of them. H...