There’s a stillness in the world of Pulpit Harbor this fine Sunday morning broken only by bird song, the crinkle of an eagle’s feathers as he hunts along the shoreline and the low rumble of April Brown’s lobster boat as she gets ready for a morning of setting traps.

Yesterday’s weather is over the horizon and the morning dawns clear as the Sun warms the cockpit. The water is glassy with the tall masts of the schooner Stephen Tabor reflecting on the surface from where she is anchored nearby.

It’s time for coffee.