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The photo.
Sundown by John W. Howell © 2022
“Aye captain. You called?”
“I did Mr. Smyth.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Have you seen any trawls?”
“Excuse me, Sir. Trawls?”
“We have been up and down this coastline all day and not one trawl.”
“I don’t understand, Sir. What are trawls?”
“You’re kidding me, of course.”
“No Sir. I don’t know what you mean by a trawl.”
“This is your first trip, right?”
“Yes, Sir. I joined the crew last Monday.”
“And no one filled you in that we were fishing for trawls?”
“That’s correct. You’re the first to mention them.”
“That’s odd. Oh well, as you were.”
“Can I ask?”
“Sure.”
“What are they?”
“I have no idea.”
“But you said we were fishing for them.”
“We must be.”
“Why’s that?”
“What kind of boat is this?”
“A trawler. . . Oh for heaven’s sake.”
“Yup. Gotcha.”
“No such thing, right?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“So there is a thing called a trawls.”
“I have no idea.”
“Got me again, right?”
“Yup. Maybe you should go below. Don’t tell the crew.”
“I think they already know.”
“Could be.”
“You do this with the new guy.”
“Every time.”
“Trawler humor?”
“And not much to do.”















































