Smugglers Cove, by Teddy Entwisle

Blake knew these waters, NewCastle right down to King’s Lynn his skiff hauled cargo from village to city, beach to cove and just occasionally he’d gain a cargo mysteriously from the sea!
Tonight coins would jangle in his pocket, Captain Blake headed his skiff straight for that light, he knew it had been set just for him. His cargo dripped water straight from the sea.
Blake glanced starboard just making out Robin Hood Village, with a good wind he would be away before anyone stirred with the morning light.
Across the bay skimmed his skiff, finally heaving landward they nosed into Smugglers Cove.
“Three minutes and back in the briny.” Blake’s cargo made ready, they dived from the deck and swam to shore. Breakfast waited for them at the Hostel.

Back home Blake was pleased their new business, sailing holiday makers to the hostel at Smugglers Cove in realistic Role Play characterisation was taking off. He rattled round the kitchen preparing breakfast listening out for Maggie, back from delivering their luggage overland by car.

(Image credit: Dominic Barton)