Ben was at the harbour, sitting on some crab traps, smoking a pipe. Next to him sat a twelve year old boy with chestnut hair and bare feet. They were waiting for the tide to change, the autumn sun warming their faces. At some point, Ben offered his pipe to the boy, who took it, inhaled, pulled a face, but then quickly straightened his face and handed the pipe back to his father, suppressing a cough. Ben laughed and ruffled the boy's hair.