Driftwhistle Harbor
Nell
“A stout woman as tall as a crate, with a round face, rosy cheeks, a wool cap dusted with flour, and a wide apron over heavy boots.”
Nell is a stout harbor baker who stands as tall as a crate and carries herself like she has a warm oven in her chest. She is cheerful and a little bossy, with flour on her sleeves and a habit of humming at the wind as if it is a guest she can outsing.
2 stories feature Nell
Where you've met them
The Fast-Moving Tide
At Driftwhistle Harbor, the morning tide starts pulling the ice away from the docks faster than usual, and the only safe path to shore is shrinking by the minute. Everyone has to find a way to move the small boats before the harbor gets split in two.
Seals in the Harbor Gate
A whole family of seals decides to nap right across the harbor entrance on the same day the fishing boats need to leave. The boats cannot pass without waking the seals, but the seals seem much too cozy to budge.