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The Pull

Water. This water, ever changing but in composition, the same: water, salt, plankton, zoo plankton, minerals and tiny fragments of man-made junk. But mostly -thankfully, just water with a good dash of salt. It sluices across the deck, smashing into right angled objects, in a hurry to find its way free again. It cannot rest, not here. This is no place to stay for something as beautiful as that, no. But it’s quick and continual washing miraculously turns the stench of fishing…

Half way through the string, the weather is starting to get pretty sloppy. The blue green waters are turning pale with the growing whitecaps.  But they are staying out in it until the final pot clears the rail, the line is coiled, and last crab is sorted into the tank before going inside the house and letting sleep take them. How so much steel can look cozy, Darcy doesn't know. But there it is.

Seeing green water coming over the rail with greater frequency, she double-checks the large…

Last night was the final Deadliest Catch episode for this season and I was uptight. I’ve missed a few of the shows this year but I’ve managed to catch most of them now. I wanted to watch this finale “in real time”. My usual disdain for anything reeking of consumerism and a popularity contest was not enough for me to quietly wait for it to come out on Netflix or on disc. So there it was; I really wanted to watch it. I knew I’d be missing out on the conversations that follow and to have to…

In the end, that is why I’m here. If you ask me, I won’t be able to tell you.  I can’t say I love it but, there it is. I hunger for that edge of life feeling; where to stay awake and moving is to stay alive. The cold and the waves want to rob you of it. The man; the cannery, the captain want to wring it from you but you just keep clinging, gnawing, fighting it with every fiber of your being till after the hatch is closed behind you and you drop where…