Moby Pike
Call me Ishlamaki. I hired on to crew the big fishing trip. We all knew that it could be dangerous, but it was in our blood, we were fishermen. Our captain, Captain Aho was a brooding, one-armed man. He never smiled and when he spoke, it was with snap and authority.
The name of the ship was the Peepott and she sailed out of Marquette onto the big lake, Superior. Where we were bound, I was unsure. All I knew was that we were looking for a big catch, one that those who had crewed with Aho before only whispered about. It was rumored that we searched for one particular fish. Beyond that, I knew not.
The big fishing cruiser rolled gently with the waves, but on the horizon I could see dark clouds, I hoped they weren't a foreshadowing of things to come.
A Native American named Wequi
