Breakers
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When the time came to bring aboard the pursed bag, it surfaced smoking with the frenzied flap of salmon. His men, with Jody alongside, grunted up the heavy bag and fish poured to deck. Hank could feel the throb around their legs.
Back aboard at the end of the set, Hank faced them all. Scales and gurry clung to their oilskins. Jody stood as charged as the others. Their hands and legs, like his own, moved restlessly in the wake of action.
He made himself speak dispassionately. “Well, guys—uh, crew—Our job today was to scatter Jones’s ashes and make a set in his honor. I guess we’re all still worn out from Bristol Bay. Ready to go back to town?”
“You fuckin’ kidding?” exploded Seth for them all, and Jody hooted with the others.
“Then let’s fuckin’ fish!” Hank shouted, and strode to take back his helm.