Bastian wasn't fishing, he was scouting. He knew these waters pretty well, he had maps and charts. Right now he was looking at a deep ridge where he was sure he could strike and find some lobster.
The boat rocked on the waves, he wasn't anchored, the water was too deep but he was far enough out that he wasn't in any danger of drifting into anything.
Chowdah Girl was a small boat compared to some of the other lobster and crab boats. There was a long deck stacked with lobster traps. At the fore was the wheelhouse, his boat wasn't modernized like a lot of the boats in the harbor. He wasn't using computer guidance, everything was maps and charts which were piled in a mess on his dash. Down below was a small galley with a crew quarter fore that had four bunks but to the aft was the captain's quarters which was large enough to hold a full sized bed. The rest of the room was a jumbled mess of all of his things after he cleaned his apartment out. For the time being Chowdah Girl was his home.
Bastian was bundled in a knit sweater and an orange beanie over long messy hair. The air had a bite to it. He was in the wheel house pouring over a map and taking notes.