Page 48 - recollections of a life in Porthleven

consignment of tea, whiskey and rum about to come ashore’.

I knew I could speak to the spirit of Porthleven from previous meetings.
Coming to my senses I asked him, ‘I know I am not dreaming this, but are
you smugglers?

‘Welcome to my world Johnny Boy, come stand next to me so you will not
get in the way’.

So without question I went over and stood along-side him for two reasons,
firstly I am not sure of myself and secondly I might hear one of the other
fishermen spirits say his name. Even with previous meetings, I still do not
know his name.

Things seem to be going to plan, the light was now close. The men on the
boat and the men ashore were now able to speak to each other. All of a sudden
one of the men shouted, ‘Skipper, we need your help’. The person I was
standing next to pointed at me and told me to get back to the jetty. I did this
of course without a question. The Skipper (the Spirit of Porthleven) walked
down to the others to sort out whatever was wrong.

Now I was feeling uncomfortable again, in the dark, in the back of the jetty.
Suddenly I came over all cold, very cold. Slowly I noticed, standing to my
side was a woman with grey hair, very dark eyes, with a frightening frown
on her face and dressed in black robes. She said nothing, she just stared at
me and I was frozen to the spot unable to take my eyes off her.

After a time, which seemed minutes, I heard the Skipper’s voice saying,
’leave him alone Rosey. Now get on your way and get off home’. The
Skipper beckoned me to come down to him. When I got down to him I was
getting more relaxed with the position I found myself in so I asked him who
she was. The Skipper said that Rosey was no problem, she is only lost in her
world. ‘What world do you mean?’ I asked.

‘Johnny let me tell you just about us from Porthleven. When our human life
came to an end we chose to stay and live our second lives in Porthleven. We