The Top decks had accumulated wooden planks, full barrels of lubricated oil and empty barrels for fish oil, the refuse of piled nets and floats. Twenty years of saltwater had repainted it with rust. Originally when it came down the rails in Gdansk, the Polar Star’s four superstructures had been a dazzling white and the gantries and booms a candy yellow. As the wind shifted the birds broke into a swirl of white wings.” “Water hissed from the net’s plastic hair onto the wooden boards that provided footing on the deck…. The real atmosphere is on board Claustrophobic, salt in the air, the stench of fish, sea and Russian food made with cabbage…that’s if you can get over the fog of Russian cigarettes A woman on board is suspected of having been murdered. Arkady finds asylum on a Soviet Factory Ship working in the waters of the Bering Sea.
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