Chapter Four
I
could feel the ferry’s engines rattle under my feet as they struggled to fight through the powerful current. The ferry pilot steered us across the cold river towards the snowy banks of Prince Rupert, Canada. The vessel felt overcrowded as its passengers consisted of hordes of natives flying in from Anchorage, Alaska. Behind us sat Prince Rupert Regional airport, situated on a small rocky island. On the other side of the river, the frigid town of Prince Rupert sat in front of snow-covered mountains that dominated the skyline. As the ferry approached its landing, I noticed a rusty tugboat named Alaskan Spirit, moored at an old railroad dock. The crew was alive on the tug’s back deck, heaving away at lines and running powerful machinery. They were hard at work pulling several
