The boat heaves and she has to fling wide her hands in search of something to keep herself to rights. Time seems suspended as she floats untethered in these few seconds.  The deck careens upward at an awkward angle to her ankles as a yelp of excitement and of announcement bursts from her lungs. She lands, briefly putting down a knee and a hand before using the thrust of the deck to push herself towards a hand hold. Her feet slap through the rushing waters as she entwines her hand around a pot tie on the railing. Eyes wide, she takes survey of her surroundings. It is clear the guys are working but with difficulty. The tide is going against the swell and a stiff cross wind is making their world resemble the inside of a washing machine. She spots her tote sliding and banging against the starboard rail, dangerously close to being underfoot as Craig, Bear, and Juan try and land another pot. Darting across the deck to drag it back to her station under the port seawall is more challenging than she expects and takes her full attention. After a few attempts Darcy manages to retie it and adds another tie for good measure. The sea bangs away against the steel wall beside her, loud and boisterous.

She takes another look around readying herself to finish measuring the crab left in the tote. Craig careens past her on his way to retie a pot that is threatening to loosen itself from the stack of its others. She recognizes the same wide eyed attention in his face. It is only then that she realizes that her tote has lost a good portion of its crab that are now trailed across the deck, long orange legs move slowly like drunk tarantulas. She hesitates for a moment. The willingness to retrieve them is there. Calculating the risk against the gain, she stays put. There is just too much going on. If she breaks from routine any further, she could likely be at exactly the wrong place at the wrong time. On the way back to the launcher, Craig scoops up some of the crab in his path. “Hey!” he shouts. She puts up her hands to catch and he tosses them at her belly without breaking stride. She catches most and the others fall into her tote. Face down beginning her work again, she smiles. 

The (blank) heaves and he/she... Take it Away (Tuesday)