“Heh, boys, where are you from?”
Björn looked up, surprised at this question about anything so well known.
“From Fiskebäk, of course.”
“Are you the owner?”
Björn looked up at the skipper, with his hand behind his ear.
“I am a little deaf; but if you are speaking of the boat, it is 'The Pail,’ and I am the owner.”
“Why do you call her 'The Pail’?”
“That is her name.”
“Has she any faults?”
“We all have faults ourselves, and so do boats.”