What's the good of that ere to a fisherman?
He goes out to catch fish, not to strain his craft all over by running races against another.

Now an hour faster or slower makes no difference, and the Heartsease is fast enough for me, anyhow." "No, she isn't, Joe.

I have heard you use bad language enough when anything overhauls and passes her on the way back to port." "Ay, that may be," the fisherman admitted; "and on the way home I grant you that a little more speed might be an advantage, for the first comer is sure to get the best market.

No, the Heartsease ain't very fast, I own up to that; but she is safe and steady, and she has plenty of storage room and a good roomy cabin as you can stand upright in, and needn't break your back by stooping as you have to do on board some craft I could name." "That's true enough, Joe," the boy said.
"But what's more, she's a lucky boat; for it's seldom that she goes out without getting a good catch." "I think that's more judgment than luck, Joe; though there may be some luck in it too." "I don't know about that, Master Conway.

Of course one wants a sharp eye to see where the shoals are moving; but I believes in luck.