“Good to see ya again Smith,” Kenneth said as I tied my boat to the dock, “We thought you’d never be coming back.”


    “This boat’s built to last Kenneth,” I said while attempting a false smile of confidence. “A colder winter compared to usual isn’t going to stop me from getting paid.”


    “Yeah, well… About that Smith…” Kenneth said with a sigh, “You best be getting back as quick as you can. People ‘ave been sayin’ that the icebergs are getting big enough to form a wall.”


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    “Listen Kenneth, this boat will still be doing its duty even if the world ends… And I have nothing else I can do with my skillset. So, we’re both locked into this job for eternity.”


    “Yeah, I know,” Kenneth said with a false smile, “Anyway, ship’s ready to go so… I’ll see you next week if you make it.”


    “Awe, I didn’t know you cared,” I laughed, “But uhm… Thank you.”


    Harshly putting my foot on the accelerator, I set sail for nearby snowstorm. The clouds around the storm were darker than usual. But I continue on like I always have.