Benny almost asked him how he viewed his work, but the mention of the sea made him smile just a little. "Oh yes, I think if I weren't so skinny when I joined the ship, I'd have lost twenty pounds that first year from how sick it made me. But I got good, strong sea legs eventually. And I was grateful for the hard work."

He tilted his head and eyed the man. "Oh? What work is the worst you've had?" He started to drink the new beer, now clearly in better spirits.