"Watch 'er Jimmy!" cried Pete the porter.
"S'ok Petey, got 'er" grunted James as he hooked the catch of fish into the haul.
The whistles and foremen screamed heartily, and everyone made off for lunch- this was James' favorite time of the day. As everyone else went on eating; he'd be elsewhere, painting by the docks. And it was always the same;
Art in the afternoon, fish in the morning.