"Is that so?" Pat smiled. he didn't doubt the girl's skills. With nimble fingers, most fisher girls made short work of knots, some of them were very hand with knives. His cousin was growing up nicely, with that flaming red hair of hers she would catch up to her friend in the looks department eventually and catch herself a gent soon enough. These two could leave a trail of broken hearts along the North Shield coast for sure.

"Well, we snagged some old pots that got tangled up, can you deal with them?" Pat asked pointing to a sopping mass of rope, kelp, and wood.