Chapter One
"GOT US SOME NICE
peelers here, cap'n." Jim Bodine culled crabs from the pot,
tossing the marketable catch in the tank. He didn't mind
the snapping claws--and had the scars on his thick hands
to prove it. He wore the traditional gloves of his profession,
but as any waterman could tell you, they wore out
quick. And if there was a hole in them, by God, a crab
would find it.
He worked steadily, his legs braced wide for balance
on the rocking boat, his dark eyes squinting in a face
weathered with age and sun and living. He might have
been taken for fifty or eighty, and Jim didn't much care
which end you stuck him in.
He always called Ethan Cap'n, and rarely said more
than one declarative sentence at a time ... read full excerpt from Rising Tides ebook
