Three marine biologists and one fisherman, this is their story.
The rocking of the boat alone is enough to make a man sick, much less a stormy ocean. Clouds churned in the gray morning sky giving it a ghostly presence. Crew slept below deck as captain Jerome Gibson looked over toward the distance storm. I was just waken up as he was making coffee in the kitchen. I began to walk up the small staircase from my cabin when he greeted me.
"Good morning." He said in a deep grumbly accent that was polite for his manner. "Lovely weather isn't it?" He said sarcastically.
"Yep." I gave an unenthusiastic response and sat down at the small table.
"Coffee?"
"Yes, please." I said snapping out of my morning grogginess. He handed me a cup. "What's our heading?" I took a sip of the coffee.
"37 degrees north." He said checking the compass by the steering wheel.
"Its going to be long ride." I said leaning back in my chair and taking a sip of my coffee.
