“Scottish — used to express grief or pity; alas”
“Full of woe, he was.”
Finnegan Ryle rasped, dumping his latest catch onto the gutting station.
“His life, sucky, it was.”
Gloved hand grasping the Whiting. His knife, scraping back and forth, across the fishes scales.
“Didn’t think he’d do it tho.“
Finnegan pauses, eyes aged by years of being at sea.
“Waesucks … Love made him a wicked thing.“
He finished. Plunging his knife deep into the fish, gutting it.
Much like how Kaleb McClaggen, Finnegan’s first mate, had gutted his lover Rosie when he found she was betrothed to another.