“That’s Mike,” Max said. “Don’t worry about him. Hedoesn’t like anyone, including himself.”“Fuck you Max,” Mike said without turning around.“See?” Max said to the greenhorn. The greenhorn thought he was going to like Max. They continued their short tour of the boat.“Hey sweet tits,” Nick said from the other side of the boat,pulling back his welder’s mask. He was fixing a crack on the rail.Nick stood up. “Hey, I’m Nick,” he said, offering his hand as hebegan to approach them. When the greenhorn reached to shake, Nick pulled his handback and said, “Psych, not yet. Handshakes have to be earned.”Max laughed.“Hey, Green, I hope I shake your hand after the season, allright?” Nick said, pulling his skull-painted welder’s helmet overhis face.“All right,” the greenhorn responded. He felt better knowing that acceptance could be earned. Tom went downstairs to the engine room. Before going inside he put on earmuffs and prepared himself for the engine’sdull roar.He saw Mike bent over, facing away from him. He took a wrench from the desk and slid it on the ground into Mike’s foot.Mike turned.“Hey,” Tom yelled. “How are things?”“Okay,” Mike yelled back, making the okay sign with hishand.“How many more years do we got left?”“Fifteen. Twenty at most.”His answer startled Tom. “Not us. I meant the boat.”Mike sneered. “Not that long, that’s for damn sure.”“Will it hold up for the season?”“I have no reason to think otherwise.” Tom nodded and turned to leave. He would’ve preferred asimple yes.