The smell of salt and rotting fish filled his nose as the ‘Demeter’ puttered its way to shore. He once found the sun sets of the Atlantic beautiful. However he’d seen too much of Port Pleasant’s night life to not have becomes disillusioned.   “What’s the catch of the day, Quincy?”   The old docker hollered as Quincy hopped off the Demeter, rope in hand.   “Jack and shit.” He tied it off quickly.   “That good?”   “These waters are dead. I’m thinking its time to move on to ‘bluer’ pastures as it were.”   “Bluer pastures. That’s a good one.” The old timer flashed him a toothless grin.   Quincy watched as the sun started to dip behind the skyline. The grey skyscrapers looked like prison bars from this angle.   “Hey can you help Paulie finish up? I need to go speak to the boss man.” _________________________________________________________________________________   “What happened to the bonus you promised us?”   “You boys barely caught anything for the past month.”   “I’m not Aquaman. I can’t command the fish to get in the net.”   “You’ve been testing my patience for a while Morris. Take your check and get out.”   “I need that money! I can’t be stuck here for another year!”   The Bossman looked Quincy over. “How badly you need it?”   “You’re sick.”   “She’d pay real good for you, too. Likes that red hair.”   “H- how much?”   “Depends how well you fill all her appetites. Ten grand was the pay out, once.”   Quincy rubbed his neck and looked out the window. The sea was black now. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________   Quincy walked hurriedly down the canyons between the buildings.