The Tide Clock of Sandpiper Wharf
Sandpiper Wharf had no church bells and no town hall tower. It had the Tide Clock, a tall brass post at the end of the pier with one long hand that rose and fell with the sea. When the water climbed the post, the hand pointed to market time. When the water dropped, the ferry captains knew it was time to sail. Everyone in the harbor town trusted the clock completely, and it hummed a low, steady note whenever the hour changed.
One foggy morning the hum stopped. The hand froze halfway up the post, and the ferries sat in the harbor, unsure when to leave. Captain Orla grumbled that a stopped clock was far more troublesome than having no clock at all, since people would keep believing it.
Pavel, who sold bait from a bucket, climbed down the ladder to look. Under the pier he discovered the trouble, which was a gull that had stuffed a nest of seaweed and rope into the narrow slot where the float rode up and down. The float could not move, so the hand could not move either.
Pavel did not want to shove the nest out and leave the gull homeless. Instead he tied a wooden crate to a nearby piling and lined it with the same seaweed. He carefully moved the eggs into the crate, and then he lifted the old nest away. The float bobbed free, and the clock gave a deep, happy hum. By noon the ferries were sailing on time, and the gull sat proudly in her new home.