It’s an old Newfoundland story. The details change depending on who tells it but the essence of the story is always the same: A young “come from away” goes fishing several miles offshore with a veteran Newfoundland fisherman in an open skiff. The fog comes down “t’ick as shit in a barrel”. There are no navigation aids in the boat, except perhaps an old compass with half the oil drained out mounted right next to the engine. The old skipper is unconcerned and keeps fishing, despite the worried glances from his companion.