If I’m wrong, then laugh all you want. But if I’m right—” He let the sentence hang. The men muttered, trading looks. Some rolled their eyes, but others shifted uneasily. Finally, an older fisherman with gray stubble spoke up.
“What harm is there? We sit on the shore, we watch, and we prove him wrong. Then maybe he shuts up.” A low chuckle spread, half agreement, half derision. Someone else added, “Aye, let him embarrass himself proper. Better than listening to him strut.”