That fateful August evening started out innocently enough, as we pulled away from the Port Lions Dock at a little past 9 p.m.A couple of hours spent in town stretching our legs, checking in with the outside world, and taking a much needed and morale-boosting banya (a steam bath of Russian origin, which will quite literally sweat the stress out of you) had worked wonders for the crew, myself included.It was supposed to be a short 75-minute run from Port Lions to Pineapple Cove, a popular anchorage near the village of Ouzinkie, where we would drop the pick for the night and try to put in a solid day and a half of fishing at a nearby hook-off before the big Northeast blow that was forecasted caught up to us.
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