The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Wednesday afternoon

It was getting cold fast this year, and Duke was determined to stay ahead of it, especially given how much of his boat's time was spent docked these days. There was a lot to do to get it ready for the coming winter, especially with how around here that tended to mean sugar-snow and things that weren't water coming from the taps.

He'd spent the morning hard at work, which explained why he was slouching back in his captain's chair in the wheelhouse right now, feet up on the console, sipping a beer.

Hard work deserved nice breaks, goddammit.

[expecting one, but open for the other boat resident if her mun has brain, too!]