Lory's calm reaction frustrated her a little. Sure, their fathers and brothers had always returned when there was a storm, but that didn't mean there wasn't a danger every time.

"It's gettin' worse. It's started to rain. They'll be soakin' wet 'n cold when they get 'ere. Let's 'ope they don't fall ill."

She cast a look into the pantry. Father and uncle Paul often fished close together, although on different boats. Their catches were often similar. How was her cousin's pantry that much better stocked?