On a bitterly cold morning amid the grim stillness that has replaced the usual hustle and bustle of local marinas this winter, Frank Blagg hung his head over a near-empty soda can as he pondered life out in front of the local chowder shop.

A man of few words, Blagg, 70, used his scarred and weathered hands to convey his thoughts on the disaster that is shaping up in lieu of this year’s Dungeness crab season, which authorities postponed last year due to consumer health concerns.

Blagg pointed his thumb toward the ground.

“The only thing I know is my savings account, going down,” said the grizzled fisherman, his gaze barely rising beneath the visor of his black Marines cap.

From across the wooden table, deckhand Andy Macri, 54, declared after a brief stretch of silence, “I’ll be homeless after this month.”

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