If you go back a few hundred years, Tucker’s Wharf in Marblehead was a bustling fishing hub, a home base for the men who trawled for cod in the waters off Massachusetts. Then, as resentment grew under Colonial rule, those local fishermen became privateers, helping fight the British during the Revolutionary War. Later, vacationers and day-trippers came to the wharf to board ferries out to Marblehead Neck, to which land access was limited. Today, the wharf (originally known as Pedrick’s Wharf) remains, in the warm months, a focal point in this picturesque town. On a recent Friday afternoon, the sounds of the sea beckoned: boats creaking against bobbing wooden docks; a fisherman in orange waders shoveling ice onto that day’s catch of cod and flounder; a sail billowing in the wind as two men attach it to a small sailboat; the whine of boat motors, the swoosh of the waves in their wake; and laughter emanating from the outdoor deck of The Landing, an oceanfront restaurant.