They would venture out to sea at the crack of dawn and voyage through the frigid waters in the hope of some snow trouts or salmon. If they were lucky, they would get to haul in some crabs, a lucrative bonus that made the hard days worth it.
It was a day like any other. The sea was calm, the sky clear, with a sense of anticipation in the air about the day’s catch. Mallory, with his grizzled beard and weathered skin, kept his eyes on the horizon, ever-watchful for the icebergs that drifted through these frigid waters like ghosts.