Charon's Landing

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Howard Small leaned over the gunwale of the charter boat and retched so violently that he nearly lost his glasses. The soured contents of his stomach hit the water loudly, alerting the crews on the other charter boats. They looked over and cheered. Howard spat several times in a vain attempt to clear the foul taste from his mouth before straightening. He wiped clotted brown smears from his lips with his parka sleeve, laid his head back against the fiberglass hull, and moaned.

“Christ, Howard, we’re still tied to the dock. Don’t tell me you’re already seasick,” teased Jerry Small, captain of the fishing boat.

The two were cousins but couldn’t have been farther apart as physical types. Howard, younger by a few years, was prematurely bald, while Jerry still retained a tangle of black and silver hair. Where Howard was slightly built and bookish, Jerry’s features were broad and deeply weathered, and he carried his more than two hundred pounds on a solid frame.

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