Books [Tiverton Fisherman]
So with many a good night, the old Captain and Archie turned in, the latter to dream of the day when he'd be master of his own ship.
The short night ended when the Captain's voice called to the boy, at three, to come down to breakfast. This was steaming hot with plenty of Rhode Island jonny cakes, fried to a delicate brown, along with eggs and bacon and plenty of hot tea. Yankee folks like tea for breakfast. Although the younger ones go in for coffee somewhat, tea is the favorite.
After their meal, the two hurried over to the dock, where the clanking of chains and the murmur of voices told them that the crew was on hand with everything in readiness. They soon cast off and headed up into Mount Hope Bay to look for a school of mackerel. The captain kept the glasses to his eyes searching up and down.
Suddenly he called, “Drop off!” and the two working boats were hauled alongside. One for the Captain and one for the mate. The big purse seine was divided equally between them and as soon as the crew were in the boats they started rowing in opposite directions. Archie was in the Captains boat helping pay out the seine. The ripple and noise of schooled fish was on every side, the gills showed out of water like silver dollars, shinning and glistening in the pale light of the setting moon. Soon the noise was almost a roar as the great school struck into the waiting net.
“There she strikes! Puss her up! Close in!” called Captain Nat, and the experienced crew rowed towards each other closing the great purse. The tow weight held her on the bottom as the mackerel splashed and tore to get out.