The Sea Hermit

The harbor bustled with activity as Matthew pushed his way to the ships. Steel hulls bobbed in the water, men scurrying to unload cargo while more shipments were passed to them. A constant cycle of work.

Matt smoothed his blond hair, feeling out of place amidst the mangy, scruffy, muscle-bulging sailors. He walked along the sea-stained boards into the fog, yelling, “Excuse me! Do you know a Caldwell? Hermes Caldwell?”

A man with tattoos across his face made eye contact. “The anchorite?”