Rhode Island, Warwick City Bay Area, a shallow beach enclosed with simple wire fencing, with a wooden sign at the entrance: Hawk's Shipbreaking Yard.
Besides these few words, there were obvious doodles on it that came from the hand of a child.
At the moment inside the shipbreaking yard, Colin Hawk was working shirtless, sweat drenched, using a cutting machine to finish cutting a steel plate. Not far away were his reliable right-hand men and laid-off workmates, currently dismantling other parts.
It wasn't until the steel plate split in two that Colin dropped his tools, shook his messy, wet hair, and stood up to inspect the efficiency of his old buddies' work: "Morin! Pick up those screws cleanly, OK? Ten screws are enough to trade for a beer! The screws you overlook each time put together are enough for us to drink merrily in the bar for a month!"
