You are a humble fisherman. Your father was a fisherman before you and his father before him. They were only middling at the trade, making just enough to pay the rent on the small fishing boat to the reeve (passed down now two generations), and keep the household fed and roofed for another season.

The boat and the rent and the household has passed now to you. Your father, God rest his soul, taught you the trade as far as he was able, but it seems you have something of a talent for it yourself.

In particular:
>You are a skilled sailor and have a natural understanding of the waves and wind. You can sail further and faster than the other fisherman and can read the weather just as well as the old greybeards can.
>You are very skilled with your hands. Your nets are stronger and your traps better than the other fishermen. And you can mend most anything you touch: sails, clothes, boats, shoes, even bones on occasion.
>You have a sixth sense for tracking your quarry, on land as much as on sea. This understanding extends even to people: you can sometimes guess a person's thoughts at a mere glance.
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