Chapter Twelve
It was a cold, blustery day. Jack always wore his rain gear during this time of year. Despite the heavy cloud cover, though, no rain appeared as he pulled nets from the depths of the ocean.
But with every catch he pulled in, Jack almost wanted to toss all of it back into the water. The salmon were small and pathetic-looking. The percentage of his catch that he could actually sell seemed to dwindle with every net he pulled in.
He was sweating by the time he'd finished. Stripping out of his raincoat, he let himself enjoy the brisk wind that would make anyone else shiver. The Pacific wasn't exactly warm and inviting. It was easily twenty degrees cooler on the water than on land.
Jack felt a few raindrops hit his head. When the deluge began, he couldn't bring himself to put
