"It's an entirely different experience than, say, being in a canoe on a lake. A nice thrill to it, if you get going at a good speed." Quentin and Kevin would sometimes go out on the water, just the two of them, and speed around the harbor. Those moments were rare the more involved Kevin became with the marina and his own fishing opportunities, the ones that took him up the coast of Maine and up to Canada. It was a fond memory, one Quentin was going to hold on to.
"It's for my brother." His pen stopped moving, staring down at the half-finished boat he was drawing. The boat had always been the hardest part of the sketches, for him. "Our family owns the marina. The boat I want in the tattoo, it used to be his."