Now that it was altogether the well-used parchment with the clues resolves into something coherent. It was a faded map, the words and clues written over it but it was still visible underneath the new ink. It appeared to be of Whitby village, a new marking showing where the whale jaw arch was and then a line leading to where they needed to go next which was down the cliff and in land a bit.

"My word."

Quentin murmurs as he takes it all in.