Simon was nineteen years of age, but looked like a man, for the hard labour had made him strong. He wore the simple clothes that immediately marked him out as a fisherman: The trousers of sturdy material, the leather boots, the knitted sweater, the typical hat that fishermen in this area wore. Hurley liked to mock it. Simon wasn't bothered. Hurley looked ridiculous without hat. The talking boar he was. The young man had been lost in his own little world and had not noticed the other man approaching until he spoke up and Simon jumped a little. "I.. was doin' some work for Mr. Hurley, ser..." he replied. Technically it wasn't a lie.