Fans of Discovery Channel's Deadliest Catch
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…Continue
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…Continue
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…Continue
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…Continue
My throat is tight. Swallowing again, I adjust my grip on the chart table. The inside the wheelhouse is quiet-except the popping static of the radio, and dark- with only the soft glow of the depth sounder, computer monitors, and the display panel for the engine room. Beads of sweat are gathering at the nape of my neck. The heaters are on full blast. Small fans push the air at the windows trying to stay ahead of the ice that is steadily building on the outside. Sludgy rivulets trace down the…Continue
Being at the beach should be one of the simple pleasures in life. The irony breaks a laugh from me. Craig snaps around and stares at me in the uneven light of the wheelhouse. I give his arm an awkward slap with my neoprene mittened hand and shake my head dismissively.
We are used to wedging ourselves to keep ourselves from flopping around the boat but this is definitely a new angle. The boat lies almost on her port side, partially wedged among the black boulders on the beach. The…Continue
She could still feel the heat from the wave of indignant rage that had pounded through her but her pulse was beginning to return to normal now. She licked the wound on her upper lip and wondered what it looked like. Was her blood thin, orange tinted, and watery from the spray, running down her face in rivulets or was it more like thick molasses, clotting right near the surface of each small hole. Knowing her, it was probably the later. She kept everything close, including her…Continue
Added by Kerry on February 12, 2011 at 6:30am — No Comments
(I'm getting this one ready for entry to a literary site and I could really use some feed back! Guidelines are: Must use 2 points of view, a fake or not true heart, a twist, be a Valentines- sorta, and be less than 750 words. Gak! Constructive criticism would be awesome, man! ;-)
Craig sits in the captain’s chair, his feet braced against the…Continue
Added by Kerry on January 12, 2011 at 6:06pm — No Comments
I've been using thinkingten.com as practice and these are some of the examples from that. The idea is they give you a prompt and you have 10 minutes to write.
(Prompt- use the words pressure, push and peace )
The relative peace of the day was shattered by a rogue wave that launched it's assault over the starboard stern of the boat. The monstrous wall of heavy…Continue
Added by Kerry on December 21, 2010 at 4:15pm — No Comments
When you think of Polynesians, big graceful happy peaceful people come to mind. But can also have a volcanic temper when they feel their honor or the honor of a woman has been besmirched. Like all generalizations, this may work on an individual basis up to a point.
The Hawaiian that I got to know was kind of the opposite in that he was mostly volcanic with a peaceful graceful side. And after 3 months on a boat together I…Continue
(Please note, this is pure fiction in that I made up the characters and names)…