The portable scallop factory stinks really bad.It stinks way worse than rotten herring crab bait and surly you know how bad that can stink. And the whole scallop before the edible portion is removed is a sight bad enough to make a maggot puke. I bet if you could see the mess that is the living scallop you would never ever be moved to eat one.

The trawler I am striking on is tied up near the scallop factory. I am alone on the boat. The Captain and the other striker took off for home for the Thanksgiving holiday. The Captain he left me with no money and very little food. I am pissed off and as soon as they return I am gone. I will jump ship. But I did promise to look after his boat. And so I must.

There are local girls working in the scallop factory. One girl in particular comes out to smoke a cigarette at the edge of the dock. She attracts quite a crowd of strikers from the other trawlers. In fact they sort of wait in line to flirt with her. She is coy though. Just teasing. I can tell she is having fun flirting.

Twenty-four hours a day the factory is processing scallops. Twenty-four hours a day the stench fills the air. The girl smokes and flirts. The strikers wait in line for their turn to flirt. And twenty-four hours a day I wait for the return of my Captain oh my Captain, son-of-bitch. Each day I get more hungry, more angry. Maybe I will sell his boat if he does not soon return. Boat ought to be worth eighty five thousand dollars US. I will take ten thousand dollars US.

But there is some amusement.

To be continued.

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