6
The smell of smoked fish crowded the small cabin on the dimly lit boat. Five men sat around the tiny table filled with plates of cuts of various cooked fish.
“Not bad, Bruce.” Complimented Duke.
“It’s really hard to screw this dish up.” Bruce admitted as he tore into another slice of smoked baas.
“That’s right, eat up fellas.” Jesse said through a mouthful of calico. “It’s not like you two are the only ones who didn’t catch anything today.”
“Shut it, Jesse, or I’ll stick this fork where the sun don’t shine.” Bruce threatened.
“He’d probably like that, wouldn’t ya, Jesse?” Duke laughed.
“Laugh it up, Duke, but I have a wife to go home to remember?” Jesse said.
At this, Clint pounded both fists on the table, drawing the silent attention of everyone in the cabin. Clint said nothing
