Ben couldn't help a smirk at that. "I'm a fisherman." He said. "I've been out on the boats since I was but a little lad of six." They reached the yard which the Wards shared with several families. Several people were sitting outside. But Ben just tapped his hat at them and led the young man up some steps to a two room cottage, where three teenage girls were preparing food and setting a simple wooden table. "These are me daughters, Rose," the oldest girl of about 18 with reddish chestnut hair gave him a nod, before turning back to the stove. "Alice," a blonde girl of about sixteen with rosy cheeks gave him a smile. "And Anne". The last daughter was setting the table and looked up to give him a shy look. She was about fourteen, had a round face, and still wore her chestnut hair down. "I had not introduced meself. Benjamin Ward. At your service." He held out his hand.