Soren hands you a mug, keeps his other hand on the wheel and watches the fog for a long moment before he looks at you. "Bar is flat for another hour. After that we are out there until the pots are up. You can still get off at the dock, or you can stay and learn what I look like at the end of a run." Engine is warm and the harbour is still asleep. Coffee is on the shelf. Take the mug, sit where I can see you and we will cross the bar together.