Wolfrie’s father sent him to the glazier, but it was soon learned that Wolfrie was clumsy and inept at handling glass and would break every one of them that the glazier kept in his shop. The glazier stomped and yelled till his voice ran out and couldn’t tell Wolfrie to get out. The glazier told his father that he should try the shoemaker; who in return told him to try the watchmaker, the bread maker; the Mason and even the locksmith, but Wolfrie failed in all and wasn’t proficient with working with his hands. His father was disappointed and everyone in town heard about Wolfrie, the maladroit and debacle son, who wasn’t employable for any kind of profession.
His father had given up when one day he saw Captain Storm at the port, unloading goods from his ship. The father approached the Captain, but the Captain, stopped him before he had a chance to explain to his the situation.
“Good man,” the Captain said to him. “I’ve heard about your son and the havoc he caused to the merchants of this town. Save your breath, for I am not interested in him. If it is true what they say of him.”
The father pleaded and begged, his son was coming of age. He needed a profession and didn’t want to see his son becoming a vagrant, thief or murderer which were the last choices Wolfrie had, if the father was unable to procure a Master for his son. Finally, the father went to his last resort and offered money to the Captain to take his son. The Captain, took pity on the father and gave it a thought or two, before begrudging to accept the boy. The deal was made and beginning that day, Wolfrie would sail the sea with Captain Storm.
Wolfrie’s father took his son to the side to bid him a farewell. “This is your last chance to prove you can make a life for your self. It won’t be easy and at times difficult; but a seaman is an honest profession and you will see the world many times before you grow grey and old. Be brave, son, but remember my last words and take head. If you fail to be a seaman, don’t come back home. Your mother and I, will not take you in, you will only learn to be a cadger. Make your way, always make your way. Good-bye, son and I will think of you always.”
With those last words, Wolfrie set sail, onboard the Journeymen, along with the Captain and its crew, watching as his home grew smaller and smaller. M. Stieg
to be continued…