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Life and Times of Nestor Horaatio Plimsoll. Pg 3

When summer had passed and Nessy was into his ninth year full well, His m'am began to tell him of her people in the North West of Scotland, near to the Irish border. The tales were grand and much of what Esmeralda told her laddie was true. Nestor began to yearn to go there and learn the grander things of life.

Lestor Plimsoll, saw how quit and agile his boy was. Nestors' mind was years ahead of many his own age and a few of the Islands grown persons' as well.
He told his boy one day. Nestor I know ye ha't a love of books and a sharp'et mind as well. I'll teach ye all I can in the ways of fishing and tides, for a man must know his roots in all ways. If ye'll learn yer lessons here wit' me and do well, Ay can promis't as ye'll learn all ye want and git ta' yer muth'ers people too. An' I'll be prowt' on ye'es lad.

Honest and anxious to please his father and do well for him Nestor Horaatio Plimsoll, learned all there was to fishing, sailing, and rowing and tides. How many ways there were to catch fish net fish, sell and cook the fish. He sailed solo his first time near to eleven years old and was hawking his catch as well as any other boy who sailed and caught fish from the seas around The Mount. Spring was nearly two weeks early it seems that year of turning twelve. Nestors father kept his word and then he and his wife made arrangements for their son to journey North to his mothers people.

A day before the journey began. Lester Plimsoll took his diminutive son a walk upon the low tide beaches of the mainland.

Waving his hand back against the view of the 'Mount', Lestor Plimsoll spoke. ""Me boy' he said 'what 'd' ye sees? All that ay've known da'. was the boys answer. His da' smiled then. Ay lad all ye've known babe and wee laddie an' lad. Now whe're ye are going I can say nutthin' o' it as
Ay have not know'ed of it but from yer m'ams stories. Ay 'd like it fine if ye' was ter fallo' in yer da's way of' life. "Tis' good honestin' work."" Here he paused as if to wipe a grain of sand from his weathered face. "" 'Tis fishin' Ay love an' th' other work here is but the 'balls' lad, the tin mines, what break a mans back and keep his coin purse to thin. A piratey way is there too, but livin' agin' the law w'gi' a man a short life, a long rope an' a short drop lad. So a'rights' a short life.""

Lester Plimsoll then pointed to the dilapidated boat house used now and again for schooling when there were enough students."" Yee've taked all waht ya kin there, laddie, and all th'e honors we ha' to give a bright lad here 'bouts and ye not yet twelve when ye polishers it all up too!!"" A wide grin spread upon Lester Plimsolls face for just a moment. "" Now laddie ye've a way with books and 'tis all the better for a man if he can earn his livin' by way of book learnin' Ay' promis'et ye the chan'cet if ye done well and good for me wit' the fishin' Yu was true to yer word, and now Ay'll be true ta' mayne. A manz' is no' much a man wit' out a true word. Nestor blinked back his own great tears. Lads of twelve did not spill tears ( in public ). He Da' cleared his throat and gave his boy one last thing to think about. "'Nessy' Yer m'am is an heiress sure, of what ay've never known nor cared as she let me be her support in all her life. Yer ta' maybe learn maybe never learn, the fullness 'o' dat... inher'tence... But I've a mite to give ye' lad just son to man. "" With that Lester Plimsoll, reached into his pocket a retrieved a small item wrapped in a fine linen kerchief. ""Yer m'am made this fer me on the once'sest celebratin' or our wedding. Ay flapped it about a bit when yer was borned and christen'et."" Inside the kerchief was his fathers best, oldest pipe. ""This 'Twas mayne and me da's before me. "tis to be yours now Nestor.
Think ye ta' wait a mite before ye takes up the smokin' o'it. T'abaccy'll pinch yer purse if'n yer means are slight.""
Nestor Horaatio Plimsolls' little wirey body shook a bit as he wept a little in broad daylight. ""Oh Da' I thank ye' fer ye'r trust, ye'r words, an' tha' gifts."" He hugged yhos Da' then tightly but oh so briefly, tw'nt be manly to do otherwise.
Man and boy walked about for many hours they discussed the waves and watched the tide turn the sunset, and when they sailed the few minutes home, they each knew as they docked and secured the lines for the pirouge, it was maybe the one last time together.