Cartwright and the ferry part deux

Left the restaurant and toured Cartwright, both streets of it, even the cemetary. If it sounds like we were killing time, we were. The ferry was not scheduled to board for another 3 hours...spied the crab plant which plays such a pivitol roll in the lives of Cartwright dwellers and we already knew the plant managers name was "Dink" from our source at the restaurant so we walked into the plant and asked "Dink" if we could have a tour. Actually, to be candid, Beaver walked in and Smoke and I just followed along.We call him "Beaver the Bold"...But we got our tour.Place smells really fishy. Surely there must be better ways to make a living than yanking legs off crabs and putting them in a box all day long ,day after day, year after year for a lifetime...Left there a little pensive...Still had time before boarding so smoked a cigar and did some maintenance on the bikes in the ferry parking lot. A couple in their early 50's drives up and says, "Hey you all are the bikers we saw stopped on the road from Port Hope Simpson". "Yea," says we. Says he,"looked like guy in the yellow coat was relieving himself by the side of the road". We say nothing. Says she, "don't be embarressed,I didn't see anything even looking through the binoculars" My coat is red...Beavers is orange......So we finally get to board the really big ferry boat and after a time we are steaming through the North Atlantic on the way to Goose Bay.This a scheduled 13 hour trip (overnight) so we book a 4 person berth.Four people could get in this "berth" only if all four were in the bunks.We took turns in the room, one at a time, with the other 2 standing in the hall.Spent the evening on deck watching the sunset over the sea..nice,very. ..I, in particular, was on the lookout for icebergs, with that Titanic thing and all...didn't see any...boog