:51:10
He'll be here with the summer,
my dear.
:51:14
Aye, we'll soon be able to send
the letters out now.
:51:18
If only I could tell him now.
:51:35
- Looks empty in the evenings.
- Yes.
:51:37
- Looking for work?
- I might be.
:51:40
- I need a hand.
- You do?
:51:42
Aye. Two pound a week and share.
:51:45
- Where's your boat, Skipper?
- Over yonder by Victoria Pier.
:51:52
Well, do you want the job?
:51:55
Not on a damn trawler!
:51:57
- Oh, particular, are you, lad?
- Whom I work for.
:52:00
Oh, well, then I'll no keep you.
:52:45
One of them'll be picked up.
:52:47
Aye, if they're not blown
too far south.
:52:49
Nah. This wind'll take them
right among the fishing fleet.