David Welsford lives alone on a fifty-year-old wooden sailboat, twenty-eight feet long, moored off the Canadian coast. The film follows him through the daily mechanics of that choice: rowing to shore for supplies, patching wood and rigging that are always one storm from failing, and cooking in a galley the size of a closet. Interviews with Welsford carry the film, as he talks through why he traded a conventional life on land for cramped quarters, cold winters, and constant maintenance, and what the tradeoff has actually bought him. Director Kevin A. Fraser keeps the camera close on hands, tools, and water, letting the boat itself function as the other character in the story. There is no plot beyond a man and his vessel getting through another season, and that plainness is the point. It plays as a portrait of a specific kind of chosen poverty, one measured in fewer possessions and more unhurried time on the water.