Three men stepped out from the shadows, surprising Barrett for the second time that day. Two stood threateningly in front and one stood behind him, they had him surrounded and there was nothing he could do. He was unarmed and vulnerable. He never put himself in a position where he needed to protect himself; he hired other men for that unpleasant task.

"Dickie, fancy meeting you out 'ere then," said the largest whaler with an unkempt beard and a broad smile that failed to hide ...