More work. Of course, it was always more work.

Luke scratched idly at the back of his head, threw a glance back into the cottage, and then gave a nod.

“Aye, I can help.”

Balancing himself against the doorframe, he pulled on his (yet unfixed) shoe. Much as he didn’t want to go out again, he didn’t want Uncle Ben getting fined by the damned harbor master either. Luke stepped out, shouted for his mother’s sake that he’d be back soon, and once he’d pulled the door shut, gestured for his uncle to lead on.