Hull Docks Circa 1900 by Interactive Media and Games Design students from Hull School of Art and Design.

A sailor wakes below deck and pulls himself to his feet. The ship creaks and groans. His shipmates lie fast asleep, snoring and mumbling to themselves.

SAILOR: (His voice is thick, and suggests experience and weariness. Long years of sailing have taken their toll.) "We’ve been at sea for too long. Of the six months we spent fishing these last few days have seemed the longest; the longing, the anticipation, the journey home… I drag my weary body up deck. It’s cold. There’s nothing but water for miles.” The other sailors grace him with nods and grunts of approval. He steadily makes his way to the front of the ship.

SAILOR: "The fog begins to clear . . . I can see the town of Hull, my home.”

The silhouette of the city begins to clear. The ship pulls into the Humber Dock and docks.

SAILOR: "My ship mates will head straight to the nearest pub or tavern, but not me, not yet. We’re greeted by friends and families of those on board. It’s a warm welcome . . . but it’s not meant for me...."

He makes his way through the crowd and cuts through the old railway terminal and the Railway Dock. Pigeons scatter as he enters.

SAILOR: "I remember coming here as a lad. It was alive with workers loading and unloading the trains that carried Hull’s various imports and exports. Now all that’s left is an empty platform and some abandoned warehouses. It’s quiet away from the docking ships and the fish market. It’s strange being home after all those long months at sea... .”