Edward cursed. It has been one of those mornings. His fingers were stinging from sewing the canvas of the sails by hand as they wouldn't fit through his sewing machine but thankfully this job was close to being finished. It was due to be on a boat next week that was coming into the harbour.

This was the last sail. The other three were laying rolled up ready to go and Edward was glad to see the back of this job. He walked over to the stove that sat on the corner of the workshop and placed his kettle on top of it. This called for a cup of tea he though. Best have a break. 

He sat down on the chair while the he waited for the kettle to boil. He picked up the local newspaper he bought this morning and began to flick through it. The opening of the door caught his attention and he looked up to see who it was