“Prepare the nets. Its fishing time.”
Yelled the skipper. His voice barely audible over the engines. Excited crew
dispatching anchors and water splashing up the great wooden mass. I tied,
pulled and untangled lines well into the night. Climbing arms and pulling
lines. Catching fish and putting them in 100 year old eskies that was home to a
fish, crab and shark, all living a happy dead life.
Dinner on board was well thought. It was fish and chips, as if the crew missed