Sunday afternoon in the Garrow household, the Lord's day. Befitting that divine example, no work was done rather the Garrow family gathered around fresh pots of tea and plates of light sandwiches to acquaint eachother with the recent events in their respectable lives.  The sitting room was modest in size, but decorated in rich colours and warm wood furnitures. The loudest noise, at present, was the clock, dutifully chiming it's constant orbit around the dial. 

Norman felt compelled to fill the silence with a subject he was usually much taken with.  Boats. "So, I hear Whitby Shipping is purchasing a one-thousand tonner from Rottedam for a new route."

"It'll sink.  The best ships are from Haarland and Wolfe, every one knows that." 

"Well, anyway, they're also expanding their rolls. I was thinking of signing on,"

A snort of derision erupted from behind the fully extended broadsheet newspaper. "You, in a boat? Nonsense Norman, you got sea sick in the bath tub!" The paper ruffled only slightly. 

"I don't get seasick in bathtubs anymore, father!" Norman replied, fully aware of what he had been doing in bathtubs of late. "The would be for office staff. Pay, supplies, and the like."

"Oh you did ever so love your darling little boats." a cheery female voice floated across the room.