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‘M-m-mind your f-f-fingers,’ shouted the captain. Meanwhile, he had gone aft and jumped ashore with a second rope in his hand. After he had secured it, he came over to us. ‘Thanks a lot, l-l-lads. My name is Seegers, W-w-willem Seegers. And up there on the roof is my s-son Peter.’

‘Hello,’ said Peter.

The tug still puffed out the occasional plume of smoke, as if still panting from the effort. Captain Seegers checked the mooring lines. ‘Otherwise I’ll have to pick it up in K-k-kampen tomorrow. And we’ve just come from there. And they don’t like our kind of b-b-boat there.’ He pointed to a couple of nasty marks on the side of the vessel. ‘Do you see w-w-what I m-m-mean?’

‘Paint and eggs,’ shouted Peter from the roof. Captain Willem started hooting with laughter. He turned a winch, which lowered a gangplank hanging upright against the boat. Next, the door hidden behind the gangplank opened. A woman of about 40 walked ashore down the plank in high heels. She was wearing sunglasses. Captain Willem disappeared inside through the door.