Driftwhistle Harbor
Bram
“A child-tall harbor lantern polisher with a round wool cap, bright-eyed face, and salt-dusted apron, holding a cloth nearly as big as his torso.”
Bram is a broad-shouldered lantern polisher who stands as tall as a child and waddles more than he walks, with a serious little face and quick, careful hands. He lives in Driftwhistle Harbor and treats every glowing window, lamp, and shiny patch of ice as if it deserves a proper inspection.
2 stories feature Bram
Where you've met them
Ice Closing In
A fast-moving sheet of pack ice presses into the bay and locks the fishing boats in place, squeezing the harbor tighter each hour. The boats are not sinking, but they cannot move, and if the ice stays long enough it will crush hulls, trap crews, and stop the harbor from getting food from the sea.
The Footprints at Dawn
Every morning, the harbor’s footsteps appear in the snow before anyone has walked there, leading in one neat path toward the far end of the pier. The tracks seem to belong to many different boots, but nobody has seen anyone making them, and the trail always stops just before the water.