After he visits one family, he is sure to knock on the door of their closest neighbor.

“George Glaspell, who owned the general store, looked sideways, grinned, and asked in a voice just above a whisper if he’d yet gone north to the Shards? ‘The new house there, Miss Emmeline’s, is quite legal. Dr. Gilmartin checks the girls regular.’ He winked.”

Most of the girls aren’t local.

“The ghost did not step back so much as drift like a patch of fog, and Laurette noticed he was not actually standing, but floating, his legs slightly bent and close together, the toes of his boots inches above the floor. She hopped off her chair, popping the rest of the cookie into her mouth, chewing and swallowing, as she hurried around the table to get a closer look.”

“The Shards had none of the dark lushness of the western forests. Even the trees, most of them pine, seemed pale with thirst, and the tall balls of brush edging the road were harsh tangles of whip-like branches and dusty leaves that buzzed with insects.”

The brothel, the Broken Bottle tavern, the whipping post, and the poisonous well called Deep Gertie are in the Shards.

“On All Souls it’s better the un-bereaved say their prayers at Saint Elmo’s, where only God can hear them.”

“ There were the native fetishes called ‘dub-dubs‘ found buried or hidden in rocky niches, small wooden figures now heavy with the nails that had been driven into every inch of their surfaces. Like most gestures of despair, they still retained a little power, but the spirits banished from them were merely gray veils of sadness hovering over certain glades and beaches.”

“No woman has ever crossed its threshold,” Bonney had said, and then he’d smirked. “Not even our mayoress.”

“Accomplished” and “Gentlemen” are important, but the true emphasis is on “TRUSTED.”

Thirty years before, according to Dr. Teach, Madame had propped the photograph of her dead husband, lit by two candles, up on his vault at Mariner’s Rest the day after his funeral. She then set her desk just inside the tomb’s open doors and conducted business there, flanked by two militia men, as prominent islanders lined up to learn whether or not they remained in favor with the Reckoners. Thus, La Reckoner had cast her husband’s shadow before her and reminded everyone of his will. 

“A man is but a candle-stick
A woman is the holder…”

“The Light in the Cove” is a ribald ballad in English about an old woman lusting after the ghost of a young man. Everyone on the island knows both the melody and the words, though few respectable women or wise children will admit to it.

It was originally a wistful native song called “Elaro.”

But that’s forgotten.

… Longstaffe was a rebellious young aristocrat or a conscience-stricken slaver or a pirate whose brutality and ruthlessness made Henry Morgan himself shake his head in appalled disapproval.

He was hanged for defiling a well or he was slain and eaten by the Tomami or he was slain and eaten by his shipwrecked mates because they were hungry or perhaps just because he was unpopular and they were trying to make a point. Or he became a hopeless drunk and was found dead from Paresis on the sands of Sanctuary Strand.

The only consistent part of his legend is his virility and his paramour, Deep Gertie.