Chapter 26“It's been a while since the harbor's seen the likes of them,” the bartender in the Lighthouse Tavern said abruptly.
The Stranger looked up at him. He had been studying the old ornate clock behind the counter. He'd become a bit fascinated with it. It was indeed an antique, he thought, probably nineteenth century. It had a large, gilt bronze base, elaborately detailed hands, and a schooner carved intricately upon its face.
“The ship,” the bartender said, dragging his dishrag across the bar-top in front of him.
With a glance back at the clock, the Stranger said nothing.
Time to leave, he thought. It was approaching midnight.
The bartender went about his business, collecting some empty bottles from the counter and tossing them into the trash.
The Stranger took a final swig fro
