Evan Brill

Raincoast Mystery

Even though it was my day off I was still working, and still tired. All of my trips for the day were taken up by Rick, Hannah, Sam, or Terry. But I needed to change the oil and replace a fuel filter. One of the starboard side windows was loose. I had stuffed a rolled up paper coffee cup between it and the frame to prevent it from rattling unpleasantly whenever I hit choppier waves, so obviously that needed to be addressed too. It was always something.