loose her on the other side, both smile and nod with their slightly different expressions.

Whiskey is brought out when the salmon is done and each is passed around. The sun glides unhurriedly as the eagle soaring across the bay and eventually slips behind the volcano and the night furls out with a slight marine mist from the shadows. The party flares on like the barbecue fire into the night until people and embers droop one and two at a time off to their respective bunks and a smoldering sleep.

In the morning, Mad Jack shakes hands with Blaine, casts the ropes, and Blaine's boat cruises out through the bank of fog heaped up just outside of Nazan Bay. "Mornin', Cap," Hallie blinks coming up through the door from the engine room and the bunks in the f'ocile. "Mornin,' there, Hallie, guess we had a good party last night, if I can remember." "It hurts too much to remember," Hallie groans and casts a blood-veined eye at the second chair before the windows. He slumps down in it. "Well, back after some fish," Mad Jack booms and slaps the wood console before the windows. "I think we'll give 'er a shot just

north of Umnak, we had some good luck there last year. Some real fat fish they were. Say, what happened to your girl friend there, I kinda liked her, she was alright after all, I didn't mind her a bit."

"I think she'd wear on you after not too long, Cap, she has a kinda heavy style to her." "I guess." "I lost track of her. I think one of Blaine's guys took her back to the Rustbucket. Guess she'll have to find a way home, though, I don't know how with plane fare a thousand bucks and no money to her name. Ah, she's got family back in Anchorage, I'm sure..." Before he can finish, the door to the lower deck slams open and a very sleepy, very blonde head droops out from behind the door. "Haaayy!" Molly blares out, "this isn't my stateroom! I knew it when I didn't see any of my shit! Haay! Where are we goin' ?

"And who cares!?"