We wake from a sound sleep to voices outside our boat. It sounds like someone is tying to get our attention. It is only 6:40 am. Josh gets out of bed and sees two young boys, about 5 and 10 years old, in a small skiff at the stern of our boat. They were there to collect a mooring fee from the previous night use. We were not expecting to be woken up this early to deal with business. Josh grabs his wallet to pay them and notices that they are now floating away, unable to get their outboard engine started. Josh hops in our dinghy to offer assistance. It turns out their engine died, ran out of fuel. The oldest brother is yelling at the younger one for running out of fuel. The youngest boy who previously was looking so proud being able to run the boat while his older handled business, was now looking deflated. Josh towed them to the dock so they could get off to school and received a discounted rate on our mooring. Running a mooring business must be the island equivalent of a paper route which needed to be completed before going to school.