Sea lions laze on the docks barking. Deckhands shout “We’re finally gonna make some money!”
They pile $300 crab pots off the docks of Westport and Tokeland onto the captain’s boats — as much as the boats will hold — and sprinkle salty words into their mutterings. They cram each pot with bait jars full of a combination of razor clams and chunks of frozen squid.
