Script quote from The Beatles lyric

The sea has been flat for three days now, which the skipper says is the worst kind, because it means the weather is saving itself up. We hauled a short catch off the Dogger and the net came up full of broken shell and one small grey skate that Tobias threw back with an apology. You'd laugh at us. Grown men saying sorry to a fish.

Mostly I want to tell you about the night the generator died. Everyone was below, wet to the elbows, and the only light came from the cook's paraffin lamp. Old Halloran sat on the bunk with his cap in his lap and started humming a tune none of us knew, then murmured the words under his breath like a prayer. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be. Nobody asked him to explain. We just sat there and let the boat roll.

I'd been carrying a letter from the agent in my coat for a week, the one about Dad's boat being sold. I'd meant to read it aloud and argue with it. Instead I found myself folding it smaller and smaller until it fitted in the gap at the back of my wallet, and I left it there.

The engine caught again at four. When we came up on deck the sky over Lowestoft was the colour of pearl, and the gulls were already fighting over the bait box. I've decided to keep the letter where it is. Some things you only need to hear once.

Write back soon. Tell me the lambs have come.

Love, Sam