Cap'n Mike spat over the side. "Sad business, anyway," he said. "Well, Bill, I'm taking these lads on a little tour of the pier. Reckon we'll be pushing along. Looks like you'll be busy unloading for an hour or so."
The boys shook hands with Captain Lake again, then followed their guide to the pier once more. Cap'n Mike waited until a scoopful of menhaden had passed overhead then led the way down the pier.
"I wonder if Captain Killian got set off course by that current," Rick mused. "I'd like to talk to him."
Cap'n Mike shot a glance at him. "Might be interesting at that. You thinking the same as I am?"
"We all are," Scotty replied. "That business about losing the light and having the current set him off course sounded kind of strange."
"Is he a good guy?" Rick queried.
"Best there is. If he says it, it happened. But it's mighty funny just the same. Reckon we'll have to find Jim Killian."
They passed three trawlers, all unloading, and Rick recognized names that Scotty had read aloud during their brief flight over the fleet. Many of the men they passed hailed Cap'n Mike. Evidently he was well known to the fisherman and pier workers.
Suddenly the old man stopped. "There's Brad Marbek's craft."
The next trawler in line was the Albatross.