Raleigh laughs softly. "Then it would have been a shame if you weren't," he agrees, thinking if he'd followed in his parents' footsteps, he probably wouldn't even be here. He's never been the kind of person to follow a set path; he's always marched to the beat of his own drum and he's always tried to go headfirst into danger. Reckless as the storm - both of the Beckets. He's a little less now that Yancy's gone but the itch is still in his blood.

"But you say you were meant to be. What did you end up becoming if you're not a fisherman?"

It's an interesting choice of words, if nothing else, and Raleigh wonders what the other man might mean by it.