Jes watched the group from his place at the rail. Phartripper had his attention now, as the man stood scratching the dog. Funny. People never scratch each other behind the ear when they meet; what inspires us to do so with a dog?
Jesdone's new boss was looking more and more anxious as the waves rolled by. Something was up, and it had something to do with what the Captain had said earlier. An uneasy feeling crept up from the pit of his stomach. Whatever it was, Jesdone was sure he wasn't going to like it.
"I am a Canadian by birth, but I am a Highlander by blood and feel under an obligation to do all I can for the sake of the Highlanders and their literature.... I have never yet spoken a word of English to any of my children. They can speak as much English as they like to others, but when they talk to me they have to talk in Gaelic."
-Alexander Maclean Sinclair of Goshen (protector of Gaelic Culture)