I live in a small port city, fishing's a big industry here.
I LOVE fishermen.
I mean, really. They go away, out to sea, for long stretches of time, couldn't call me or check up on me if they wanted to.
And they invariably return, with sh*tloads of cash to spend and looking for someone to spend it on.
You just got get over the faint yet ever-present odor of haddock guts