" The man's gaze hesitated on the four-inch cut on Joe's left cheek, courtesy of the log that had slapped him in the face on the river. With twenty-some stitches sticking out, the wound looked like a giant red caterpillar was crawling across Joe's face. " Well, that'll disappoint the ladies." But then the captain grunted. " Never mind. With you, they'll probably like it, think it's all manly." He peered behind Joe. " Anyone naked in there?" Joe stepped aside. " I'm having an off morning. "