JonDLundyn Parker #2 22/3
June 11th 2007 08:54
Sonja was mopping the brow of her client on the aft deck of Beats working. The skipper had taken the boat out of service in NSW and bought her up to Queensland because of the change in economic viability of game fishing. He could not make things pay down south at the moment so he was trying to muscle in on the still lucrative Queensland market. This one client they had fought for and had won from two other charter boats. Now they had him on a large black marlin and things were looking great. She would probably pick up a nice tip from this. The client was a good and steady fisherman. He worked the fish hard and didn’t expect the skipper to back the boat up to the fish as a lot of soft cock fishos wanted. The marlin was not a record fish but it was a strong fighting fish. Around eight hundred pound Sonja guessed.
“Sonja” the skipper yelled from the tower, “look out for this silly bugger. He is coming at us full tilt.”
Sonja wrung out the towel she had been using on her client and looked up. It was a twenty two-foot Southwind making directly at them. She could not see a driver and the boat was moving at around fifty knots. Suddenly the twin diesels on Beats Working roared to life and the stern dug in to the sea as she ripped herself forward, the skipper was also turning hard to starboard to avid a midship hit. The sound of the game line snapping could not be heard but the howl from the client sent a shiver down Sonja’s spine. The Southwind roared past them missing by mere metres. She could see in to the boat and could make out a man laying on the floor. He had his head cradled under his arm so he was probably sleeping rather than collapsed. “on auto pilot she thought”
“I’ll bet its that bugger that ANSWERS is looking for,” yelled down the skipper. “I’m going to call them up and give the details.”
Sonja nodded and glumly helped her client out of the fighting chair. The charter had gone to shit the fish was gone and her bonus was gone. All because of some mad arsed Arab. Arab, she said to herself, what made her think it was an Arab? He had been dressed in normal western clothes, he was wearing a sun hat and shorts, it may have been the black hair and nose. She let the thought slip from her mind and continued winding in the slack line of the fishing rod.
“Sonja” the skipper yelled from the tower, “look out for this silly bugger. He is coming at us full tilt.”
Sonja wrung out the towel she had been using on her client and looked up. It was a twenty two-foot Southwind making directly at them. She could not see a driver and the boat was moving at around fifty knots. Suddenly the twin diesels on Beats Working roared to life and the stern dug in to the sea as she ripped herself forward, the skipper was also turning hard to starboard to avid a midship hit. The sound of the game line snapping could not be heard but the howl from the client sent a shiver down Sonja’s spine. The Southwind roared past them missing by mere metres. She could see in to the boat and could make out a man laying on the floor. He had his head cradled under his arm so he was probably sleeping rather than collapsed. “on auto pilot she thought”
“I’ll bet its that bugger that ANSWERS is looking for,” yelled down the skipper. “I’m going to call them up and give the details.”
Sonja nodded and glumly helped her client out of the fighting chair. The charter had gone to shit the fish was gone and her bonus was gone. All because of some mad arsed Arab. Arab, she said to herself, what made her think it was an Arab? He had been dressed in normal western clothes, he was wearing a sun hat and shorts, it may have been the black hair and nose. She let the thought slip from her mind and continued winding in the slack line of the fishing rod.
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