The older man looks the new farmer up and down, holding a watering can in his hand. They had interrupted him while he was watering his plants.

“Hm.. Are you looking for farming advice or something? I’ve never worked the land myself. I feel more at home at sea.”

He then looks back down at his little garden. “‘Cept my plants here. My lovelies.” The old fisherman can’t help but smile a little.