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Patrick was wandering along the beach in a rare moment off between odd jobs. It was too cold for paddling, but he had his shoes and stockings off and dangling from one hand and was enjoying the feel of the sand between his toes and the warmth of the weak autumn sun on his skin.
When he saw someone approaching, he waved and called out, "Good day to ye! I don't suppose ye know anything about fishing, do ye?"
Well, pretty much not working. He'd just thought of another way to earn money.