Captain Jolly Roger looked out into the water from his fishing dock. The color of the sky reflected off of the water, making the sea grayer than the original light green.
His dock was hand-built with the planks of wood in sections. The rusty screws, corroded by the coastal air, stuck out of the weathered wood. The rust dripped orange drops onto the crab trap below, as if it were a faucet in an old house that never ceases to completely shut off. His water-rusted traps and frayed rope sat on his weather worn dock like a mechanic's tools sitting in his garage.
A ramp led down to the dock, right on the water's edge, where one could dock a boat and cast traps, nets, and fishing lines. The dock slightly moved from walking and the drift of the water.
He put a minnow on the line, calmly cast it into the water, then proceeded to talk. Jolly Roger had a sandpaper voice, weathered and rough like a ship at sea. His knowledge about life on the water was unparalleled. A real-life walking encyclopedia. He seemed to be extremely happy explaining the life and the ways of the ocean.
He held a sun-dried dead flounder with missing eyes excitedly, like a child who just found a piece of treasure on shore. There was a crab, with its blue claws thrashing about as it was held by its flippers.
It started to rain while we were on the dock, so we picked ourselves up and started to head into the house of Jolly Roger. I didn't know what to expect but I had a clear vision of what the inside of the captain’s house might look like. As we entered I smiled to myself; it was exactly how I envisioned it, with shark jaws all around and other parts of creatures from the ocean scattered about. You could tell he was the real deal.
A mako shark jaw laid on the table, its teeth jagged and sharp. A whole row of poles lined up on one wall and a net above with different objects a fisherman would certainly have dangling from it. They included a rusty shark hook, lures and shells and pictures of some of his most memorable catches.
Then Captain Jolly Roger started cooking the blue crabs in a pot of boiling water. They were being cooked alive, and the pot rattled like a baby's rattle from the crabs attempting to escape their doom.
Jolly Roger left us with some valuable knowledge about the sea and life in general with all that he was telling us, like a father would to his attentive children.