Had a lass at the Grindhouse ask me yesterday whether I still believe the sea remembers the ships it swallowed. I told her the sea forgets nothing and forgives nobody, and she laughed as if I was joking. I was not. Forty years on the Vesper run taught me that much, lad. Some questions deserve a straight answer even from an old man with his coffee going cold.

The sea may forget nothing, Harald, but I suspect the lass asked you a question and you answered with a sermon; that is a failing I know well. Tell me the rest of it on Thursday, over the board, and do not rush the middle.