'Lars checked the screen: “17 degrees NNW” he said to Anders. On the ‘Freja’ they hadn’t needed all this. They fished, actually fished, the places handed down or by instinct. Sometimes it was just dumb luck. Lars smiled. Anders, tapped the coordinates into the computer and they turned. Lars didn’t consider the squirming mass of tiny shrimp things that came up in the nets fish. No battle between man,fish and sea in electrics. A job was a job though in these times and he was on the sea at least, part of it.'
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