Wake at 4 to be on time for my first job cuttingsquid on the St. Anthony. The gulls in Captree State Parkare furious for fish and gas sheens the surface.I am inspired by what’s happening. Captain Billtells me I'll be pretty when I grow boobsand hands me an ice-pick. The block of ice weighstwenty pounds. I'll inspire my people too, show themhow to pull the spines from squid while smoking.The mates already know this trick. They fidgetin the cabin with coffee and cards, wait for fish.There's not any question about girlsbeing strong, about the open bay, about survivalat stake. I'd love to make some food for paybut here everything’s frozen, everyone drunk.I hate one mate so I ash his burger. I fallasleep in the galley and wake:a blowfish bloats my pocket. I take his revenge lesson with me.