"That's a stupid name for a boat," whined young Matt Turner. He had snuck into the boatyards that morning and had just decided to come out of hiding. He didn't want his father to find out he had ran away from school again, but this boat's name was way too strange not to reveal his hiding place to comment on.

The man who owned the boat stared at the young boy who had shouted at him. "It means something to me, kid," he snarled. "And may I ask what you're doing on this boat in the first place?"

"I ran away from school. It's horrible," the young boy informed him. He wiggled out of his hiding place on the dock. "You're not going to tell my father that you saw me down here?"

"I haven't decided yet," the man answered. "Do you know who I am?"

"Yeah. You're Mr. Fisk. All my friends are scared of you. They're going to flip when they find out I talked to you."

The man couldn't help but chuckle at the boy's statements. "You can call me Logan. Are you hungry, boy?"

"Yes, but my mom said I shouldn't eat food from strangers. And I don't know you."

"Well, come aboard and maybe you'll get to know me. Then I won't be a stranger and you can eat my food." Logan Fisk held his hand out to help the boy on to his boat. "If you don't mind sitting alone for a while, I'm sure there's something on the television you'll find interesting. I need to clean up a bit."

"Not a problem," Matt said as he caught sight of the little TV that Logan had bought at the previous harbor.

Logan Fisk smiled at the young boy's exuberance for television and made his way to the small room he called his home. He had been on the sea and in and out of ports for the past six months without rest. "And without a proper shower," he muttered to himself running a hand through his beard. He had purposefully let his hair and beard grow so that he would look as scary as the town kids thought. He was glad to hear from Matt Turner that it was working. It was always easier if everyone was too afraid to ask him questions.

Sighing, he quickly washed his face and hair and threw on some clean clothes. He didn't want to leave the boy alone too long on his ship. Who knows what trouble he could get into? He grabbed the cleanest towel within his reach and made his way back to where Matt was watching television.

"You like her, huh?" Logan asked calling attention to the pretty blonde who was on the TV. "You watch a lot of soap operas, kid?"

"My mom likes General Hospital. It's not so bad. There are mobsters and guns on all the time."

"So why are you so interested in this storyline?" Logan asked, pulling the kid's leg. "Find the lady pretty?"

"Girls are icky," Matt swiftly volunteered.

"That'll change someday," Logan said. "So, kid, why did you skip out on school? Let me guess. There's this big kid bullying you, and your mom says that you just have to go to school and bear it."

"Yeah," he affirmed. He couldn't believe this guy was being so nice to him. He always thought Logan Fisk was the scariest man he had ever met. "How'd you know?"

"I got teased a lot when I was young. It's okay, kid. Eventually you get bigger and the teasing will stop."

"Thanks, sir."

"Cut out the sir crap. You can call me Logan."

"Okay, Mr. Logan. Can I look around your boat?" he asked.

"Sure. It's nothing much, but I think of it as home." Logan watched the kid get up and begin to poke his nose through the kitchen drawers. He knew that he should probably be ushering the kid back to school, but he hadn't talked to a person in so long. And the kid was entertaining.

"Is this you?" Matt said holding up a framed picture he had found in one of the drawers.

"Yeah. That was in my smoother days."

"You look more friendly without a beard," Matt said. "Who's the dame?"

"Word of advice, kid," Logan said as he took the picture and shoved it back into the drawer. "Don't call women dames. They really don't like it."

"Okay, so who's the woman then?" he persisted.

"Just a woman I used to know." Logan got up and began to rifle through the small refrigerator he kept on board the boat. "Do you like ham and cheese sandwiches?"

"As long as you have mustard," Matt said as Logan began to make a sandwich. "You promise not to poison me, right?"

"I haven't poisoned anyone in two years, Mr. Turner. Why would I start with you?"

Matt gulped loudly. It really didn't sound like Logan was joking about poisoning people. "Maybe he is still scary," he thought to himself.

Grabbing the sandwich that Logan held out to him, he began to make his way off of the ship. "Thanks for the sandwich, Mr. Logan."

Logan watched him walk down the docks. He turned back slightly when he was almost out of sight. "Hey, Mr. Logan?" he called.

"What's the matter, kid?"

"Can I come back here again sometime?"

"Sure, kid," he called with a smile. "I could use a little company," he continued to himself.

Matt smiled, surprised that Logan Fisk had actually said it was okay for him to come back. He took one last look at the boat and turned, mumbling, "I still think that Beautiful Kaylee is a stupid name for a ship."