On the stone pier of Ramsgate's outer harbor, fishermen dumped baskets of herring onto the planks, the cries of their sales mixing with the strong smell of the sea. The dockworkers were using ropes and pulleys to lift crates of goods off the deck.
Arthur stood at the edge of the pier, watching the mail ship that had just docked.
It was a white-hulled cruise ship, with a black-painted bow, and a signboard with the words "London" hanging on the ship's rail.
As soon as the ship steadied, the sailors pushed the gangway to the edge of the deck.
The first to disembark were a group of businessmen wearing high top hats and ladies in light-colored long dresses. Without waiting for them to speak, their luggage was pushed away by the porters in wheelbarrows.
Soon after, Arthur spotted the person he was waiting for.
