Crates of weighed Gray-eyed Snow Crabs were loaded onto flatbed carts and hauled into the processing plant. The bustling pier could finally quiet down.
The crabbing boat crews couldn't hide the smiles on their faces as they received the slips from their captains. Each thin piece of paper represented a handsome income.
Gathering in twos and threes, they discussed their hauls from the sea, some boasting, others feeling disgruntled.
"Let's go get a drink! A week out at sea, I was about to go crazy."
"I'm going home to take a good, long shower."
"Damn it, the *Brenda* found a crab nest. They hauled in 5,000 pounds of gray-eyes this trip, and our boat barely got 2,000."
"Hey buddy, why don't you come over to our boat, the *Brenda*? Captain Rondo's got a real sharp eye."
"Nah, Old Hughes is a good guy. If I leave, he won't have anyone left to count on."
.....
As they passed Feng Mountain's group of three, the crewmen cast curious glances their way.
