Chapter 26
The water was always Marco’s salvation, but today had dragged, a never-ending loop of pulling up traps and tossing crabs into the water. Artie pulled alongside a yellow buoy, their final marker of the day, and Marco hooked the buoy line and threaded it into a hydraulic winder that hauled in a line of seven traps, one at a time.
He was careful not to get his hands caught; he’d known one too many guys that had lost fingers. Artie had lost two, but they were able to sew them back on. Marco still remembers holding the cup of ice with Artie’s finger in it. Not something he could easily forget. That image was always a reminder for him to be careful, but today his mind was on Aubrey.
He couldn’t believe she just took off on him again. For a second there he thought they were past tha
