He was worried that we wouldn't get hauled through this week if we didn't go out today. We'd had three days off for the first time since last winter due to boat maintenance. Unheard of. Cap suggested that we "go for a ride" and "take a look at it." That usually means that we're gonna go hauling. I threw the Dramamine on top of my lunch, which I hadn't pulled out for probably four months. Today was gonna be an adventure.
As I waited in the parking lot for Cap the wind appeared stronger. Queen Anne's Lace quivered on the edge of the pavement. Fishermen doddled in their trucks, shooting the shit, not appearing to have any intention of budging from their seats. All the boats in the harbor pointed accusingly to the source of such weather (northeast) as if it was the culprit. Cap pulled up, stepped out of his truck, assessed the wind and stalled, clearly deliberating on the situation. I was relieved to see his reluctance.
We slowly made our way to the boat on the mooring. I gotta admit: it's kinda fun being some of the few brave fishermen who actually step foot aboard the boat on days like this, as many of the others sit at the landing and watch you. Once we got to the boat, we organized things as Cap continued to think. We stood around and made small talk, watching and dreading the chop just outside the harbor. Another fisherman rowed by commenting jokingly on how quiet Cap's boat was. Alex added that he was just gonna fuel up and then go back to bed. By then Cap had made up his mind: no go. He suggested the alternative of starting early for the next three days. They will be brutally long days, but the wind will come around sou'west and the seas will calm down significantly. I am happy to spend the day sewing instead of bucking the waves. Back to bed!
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