We made three tows, every greater than the final—6,000 kilos, 8,000 kilos, 12,000 kilos. Scup the dimensions of dinner plates crammed the online. “If this stuff are two bucks,” Harris stated, “this can be a $20,000 bag.” Or it’d simply as simply be price $3,000. Both method, we raced to get by means of the pile, all arms pushing or sorting fish. The storm was rolling south from Nova Scotia. Any breakdown, delay, or bother, and we’d be in seas as tall because the ship was lengthy. Harris set the tempo—hustling about, throwing dogfish, hosing baskets, shifting totes—because the crew tried to maintain up.
By 2 a.m., the final basket was dumped beneath deck, and we sat across the galley for a customary ultimate night time’s steak dinner. The blokes have been excited, for a tough job nicely finished, a possible payday, residence. However, largely, they have been simply beat. The ship motored by means of the night time. Once we reached the Level Judith at 7 the subsequent morning, the dock hummed with exercise. The nor’easter had been upgraded to a serious winter storm; we’d beat it in by six hours.
Dockside, Harris labored a small crane, whereas Ryan and Dave hooked up cartons of fish to a conveyor that ran 90 yards from the ship to the center of Seafreeze, one of many largest industrial processors on the coast. All informed, we’d caught 625 containers of fish, or 41,520 kilos. That meant, in 5 days, and solely three of fishing, the crew had netted $80,000 in seafood. After bills and the boat’s reduce, the brothers every made $9,000, and Harris pulled in $13,000. “We killed it,” he stated, standing in Seafreeze, attaching little tags to the cartons, sure for the Fulton Fish Market, within the Bronx, New York.
I requested what was subsequent.
“Dwelling,” he stated. “Sleep.”
This story appeared within the September 2018 print challenge, with the headline, “Right here’s the Catch.”