That day that Al poached that HUGE lobster and we sat of Cape Enrage and pigged out on it....

We were out of Alma, New Brunswick. The weather turned bad on the way back. We had two below in the bunks, not in good shape. Al and I stood on deck in 3M seas in the Persephone, 26 feet of her, for several hours on wait, stationary, to get back into harbour. I enjoyed every minute of it. We drank beer and told stories... and a few lies... >:-)

I no nothing of the sea. But, I trusted AL. He joined the RCN at age 14. Hehehehe... he wanted to get away from school... turned out, in the RCN, he had to do his shift and then had to do "school" for three hours every day. He was a gem of a man... tough as fuckin nails. Big heart... but tough as fuckin nails. I'll miss him.

Gee, that minds me of the story of the time they ditched in an A6 (I think it was an A6) just south of Bermuda. Great story.