“Romeo, I don’t think you should be leaving on your boat in this weather.” Monique held a weeping Irene in her arms, patting the little child’s back with her hands, complaining to her husband inside her bedroom, pacing back and forth inside the room, as her little infant wouldn’t stop crying and at the same time, even she felt anxious that her husband had decided to take a huge risk by sailing his iron boat in to the ocean.
“Come on, Mon! you know I have been through bigger and hellish storms than this one. Don’t you worry. You know these tides and waves bring the biggest stock and more stock means more money.”
Romeo scuffed at his wife, putting on his shirt and getting ready to leave.
“But at least take someone with you. What about that fishmen of yours, Jack! Why are you going all alo
