"It was papa made me leave. I am a boy and I must obey him."
"I know," the old man said. "It is quite normal."
"He hasn't much faith."
"No," the old man said. "But we have. Haven't we?"
"Yes," the boy said. "Can I offer you a beer on the Terrace, and then we'll take the stuff home."
"Why not?" the old man said. "Between fishermen."
They sat on the Terrace, and many of the fishermen made fun of the old man, and he was not angry. 
Others, the older fishermen, looked at him and were sad. 