This night reminds me of the time out at Connussie.
Winston's Home?
Indeed! Yes. The staff had taken leave due to flooding.
Lara, back when she was a slip of a girl, was staying with Winston and his wife.
It was her that contacted me, as a matter of fact. Some trouble out at one of the islands.
Weird lights. Manifestations. That sort of thing.
Thought I might be able to help,
It was on a hellish night like this when I arrived.
Evenin' Winston, and how would I be able to help?
So people have seen these apparitions out a the island?
There's talk of little else in the village, Bram.
I'm doing all I can to keep this gossip from Lara.
Aye, yet would be a wise man. It would be unwise
for her curiosity to draw her to that place.
And you have some idea of what it could be?
To be frank with you, no.
But as the devil finds work for idle hands,
I've spoken with Father Finnegan, and I have
a boat chartered for the crossing late on this very evening.
Good Lord, Bram! You have not chosen the evening for it?
I have my faith to protect me, Winston.
Be careful, I fear that on that island
it is what you cannot see that will hurt you, Bram.
Time to get to the bottom of this, old friend.