"Aye, far too many are." Ben admitted. He smoked his pipe. "It's alright. Catch could be better," he replied. "Seems it gets less every year. There's some as say there's too many folk fishing, an' we're emptying t' sea. But I still send me own to school with a full belly," he quickly added. He took pride in taking proper care of his children. He wasn't like those drunk folk who never minded their kids, or those people who could hardly remember the names of their own children.