Round 4 Challenge: Weave an element of Fyor’s story into your passage. It should be no more than 450 words.
By sunset the Lordy Lord was in coastal waters. The sky had clouded over but there were holes in the cloud cover. In places the sun shone through and made pools of orange radiance in the gray water. The vessel moved in and out of these scattered spots. One moment it was dark and gray and then the bow would pass into a wall of light that would advance sternward in a clean diagonal line until the whole boat was bright and orange.
There was an unnatural brightness to the light, as if digitally manipulated. He reckoned it was the pollution from the Eastern seaboard. Pollution wasn’t without its charm. Next time someone gave him hell for burning plastic he’d point to the spiral of stinking smoke and say it was for the sunsets.
It had been an unnatural year. Four swordfish had been harpooned within twenty miles of the Gulf of Maine. It was rare to see them up inside like that. Usually they were 200 or 300 miles offshore out by Georges Banks and Grand Banks. And then there were the tropical storms that had swirled everything up. Fish that used to be southwest of Platt’s Bank could be 50 miles northeast. It was a crapshoot out there.
But nothing like the crapshoot he was steaming towards right now. He was ready though. It was time to unbury the past. Once Ron set his mind on something there was no turning back.
Ron had never turned back from his teenage decision to reject his dysfunctional upper class family and lawman’s future and take up a seaman’s life. But it wasn’t easy. He’d had to fight the whole way. Climbing down the social ladder proved as hard as climbing up. The other fishermen initially saw him as a trust fund brat with preppy illusions about working class life. When he outworked the best of them, it quieted them down some, but not much.
It wasn’t until Lev stabbed their father to death that the gibes ended. The community could have ostracized him, driven him out. Instead, they welcomed him in. The spoiled brat cliché didn’t hold water anymore.
His eldest brother Jacob, meanwhile, went the other way. He detached from the world and vanished into his online gaming universe. Ron rarely heard from him. As for Lev, he’d served his time and was now, against all odds, the manager of an Olympus camera store.
Ron knew he carried within him the seeds of his dead father’s temper and alcoholism. They often wreaked havoc on his private life. But this time he wasn’t going to give in to them. He had unfinished business at hand.