"... And so, they say, Captain Crow's spirit wanders the headland. And whenever the rocks known as Captain Crow's Teeth glow underneath the water at high tide, his ghost is there searching for the cabin boy. And if he finds a boy of a similar age wandering the rocks in the dead of night, then he will take that boy with him to his ghost ship." Bert asked the question that I didn't want asked.…
It was no use. Whatever happened to me, something a million times worse had happened to Grandad. He was seventy and I was only nine, so he had a lot more memories to choose from. Anyway, nothing really terrible had ever happened to me. Nothing that could compare with a shark bite on the head. Or if something had happened, it must been when I was really young. Something that I couldn't remember.…