The Salt Life...Behind the Helm...

ut but they laughed a lot. It's hard to even guess since they've become such good friends over the years, like brothers. It makes me happy to see them engage so well with each othe

over 500-600 pounds. Scott and I tried to get it to budge with not much luck and were trying to figure out how exactly to get the forklift in that tight area enough to pull it. While we were creating a harness out of trap ropes, when Moose came up to see what we were doing. I explained the plan and he just gave an "uhhh huh ok" and pulled that freezer out onto

as he's clearing the traps. We're very conscious of the sea and all it's creatures. It's disappointing enough there's so much unnecessary construction going on on the islands that's destroying the marine sanctuary, as well as the pollution coming from the big sugar

eep adding have nothing to do with the actual problems. Scott is more aware of it than some of the other boats that haven't been fishing and diving here their

eaction. "No I'm good," I laughed, "I actually was able to get to sleep early." I stayed focused on the route but gave him a smile to ensure him I was fine so he wouldn't keep asking. He always asks around this time because he knows how much I don't really like mornings, but that's usually when I don't have my coffee and am kept up all night dealing with nonsense. "Plus, I have my coffee." I added as I took another sip. "Yeahhh. Yeah she does have that," Moose chimed in with a chuckle, "you know she's ok when she at least has her coffee." They both laughed, t

the next line, and the guys went back to the