Chapter 1:
The thirty-foot steam trawler did its best to take the huge ground swells at a forty-five-degree angle, but it still made for a rough ride. The water outside the Golden Gate never rested, the waves off the deep water of the Pacific created swells that would flounder inexperienced captains. Once outside the harbor, the waves never relented. The surface of the ocean would be like this all the way to Mexico. The icy waters from Alaska would pound against the cliffs and sink any unprepared vessels that ventured into them.
Sigmund sat at the port beam of the ship. The rough water did little for his stomach that the cool breeze couldn’t help settle. The last thing he wanted to do was chum the fish in front of his friends.
The sun would be up soon, that would help calm his nausea. I
