"A motor, I could fix, but I ain't never been much of a sailor," he admitted, dropping down into a crouch to get a look at the little aluminum shell.

"Nah, it ain't bad. 's got potential."

It was, like the house had once been, a piece of shit, but they'd made something of that. The boat'd be the same.

"Come on," he said, pushing to his feet. "You said you was taking a break? Let's go get a damn drink."