They were men of small boats, men who fished, but who now and again were gathered in by some shipmaster, when they became sailors.
In me they saw only a poorly clad, sea-going person.

When I gave greeting they greeted me in return.

"For Palos ?" I asked, and the one who talked the most and the loudest gave groaning assent.

"Aye, for Palos.

You too, brother, are flopping in the net ?" I did not understand and said as much.