Cap'n Billy
By W. D. Smart
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Neal Burgess, a semi-retired, middle-aged computer analyst from California, had just cashed in from a start-up company he helped bring to life. He bought the sailboat of his dreams and was enjoying his new live-a-board lifestyle in a small marina in southern Alabama intending to just kick back, relax, do some writing and focus on his zen practice. Life there was idyllic and blissfully uneventful until the day he met Cap'n Billy, a prototypical, down-home good ol' boy who operated a small shrimping trawler along the inland waterways that lined the Gulf. Before he knew it he was spending almost every night shrimping with Cap'n Billy, literally learning the ropes as he went, and enjoying the never-ending yarns Cap'n Billy spun as they trawled.
However, all was not well in paradise. Cap'n Billy's boat was in sore need of some basic maintenance and major repairs, and his license was under threat from the marine police. On top of that, the sleepy little marina where Neal lived on his boat suddenly rose up in arms to challenge the rejection of a seemingly trivial building permit which was denied on the grounds it threatened the mysterious Perdido Key Beach mouse with imminent extinction.
Cap'n Billy is presented in a lively, colorful, first-person narrative that weaves seemingly disparate but curiously related threads from US Southern culture, single-handed shrimping, predictive data analysis, zen practice, and conservationism to create a rich and engaging tapestry depicting life on the southern U.S. Gulf Coast.
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Cap'n Billy - W. D. Smart
Cap’n Billy
An Alabama Odyssey
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W. D. Smart
PUBLISHING HISTORY
BSC E-Publishing
www.billsmart.com/bsc/e-publishing
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Paperback Edition 1.3 / November 2015
ISBN-13: 978-1500720902
ISBN-10: 1500720909
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Draft2Digital Edition 1 – June 2021
UBL: https://books2read.com/u/31ljVa
All Rights Reserved.
Copyright @ 2014 W. D. Smart
No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author.
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DEDICATION
...for my family around the world
Cap’n Billy is dedicated to the welcoming residents of Bear Point Marina, the patrons of The Keg in Orange Beach, boaters everywhere, all those who make their living from the sea, and especially to Captain Billy Barlow.
Books by W. D. Smart
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Fiction
Cap’n Billy – 2014
Kepler-438b – 2015
Jihadi – 2015
The Gliese Project – 2019
(Four-book Set)
Book 1 – Helios
Book 2 – Kronos
Book 3 – Aeolus
Book 4 – Demeter
The Gliese Project – 2020
(Single, Consolidated Book)
The Seven Scepters of the Apocryph – 2020
Humanity First - 2021
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Non-fiction
The Icarus Syndrome – 2020
CONTENTS
Chapter 1 – First Contact
Chapter 2 – Ob-la-di
Chapter 3 – Touble in Paradise
Chapter 4 – Miss Tiffany
Chapter 5 – Shrimpin’ 101
Chapter 6 – Emptying the Bag
Chapter 7 – Hyakujo and the Fox
Chapter 8 – Eight Ball, Side Pocket
Chapter 9 – Denton Versus the Mouse
Chapter 10 – My Big Mouth
Chapter 11 – Final Voyage
About the Author
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
My heartfelt thanks to all my friends for their encouragement, support and technical assistance without which this work would have never seen the light of day. I especially want to acknowledge Madelaine, Susan, Elliot, Karen Lou, Charlie, and Robert.
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AUTHOR’S NOTE
Although this book is based on actual people and occurrences, much of the details have been changed and embellished for rhetorical and literary purposes. The contents of this book should be regarded as fiction.
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Contact Information
You may contact the author directly by email at WDSmart@BillSmart.com
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Chapter 1
shrimp2First Contact
I first met Cap’n Billy on a warm Alabama morning in early April. He was sitting in my seat on the Porch of Wisdom in front of the marina dock store animatedly chatting with some of the early morning regulars. I say my seat because I was a regular myself, almost always starting out my day on that very dock store porch lounging in that very seat, drinking coffee and swapping stories with three or four of the other marina residents. We referred to the porch as the Porch of Wisdom for reasons obvious to anyone spending even only a few minutes with us. We completely rejected the alternate name used by some of the less astute residents of the marina – Liar’s Roost. The other residents acknowledged my arrival with a soft chorus of, Hey, Neal
and gentle nods followed by furtive glances at Cap’n Billy.
I climbed the four steps up to the porch and paused slightly to examine this interloper who had settled down in my seat. Neal, this here’s Cap’n Billy,
offered Randy, my best friend at the marina. He’s got fresh shrimp for sale.
I just nodded and continued on into the dock store to fill up my coffee cup. I returned to the porch and with an intentionally heavy and very audible sigh resigned myself to leaning up against the porch railing, my seat now being occupied.
Cap’n Billy was unmistakably a local fisherman. He was small and wiry. A head of close-cropped dark hair blended seamlessly into his unshaven face, clumping briefly to form a short mustache and continuing to flow as stubble extending all the way down his throat. He wore a light, short-sleeved shirt spotted with oil stains. It was completely unbuttoned and hung open by his sides revealing a sunken, hairless chest and a slightly pot-bellied but tanned stomach. Both his shirtsleeves were rolled all the way up to his shoulders fully revealing a pair of tattoos, one on each arm. His right arm was adorned with a sleek black panther lounging lazily on a tree branch. His left arm sported a multi-colored bust of a clown with a skull for a face and a large cigar protruding from its mouth. The skull was topped off with a brown derby hat cocked jauntily to one side and propped up by a red-and-yellow polka-dotted collar. It was a very strange sight, like something exhumed from an old Grateful Dead album cover. I later asked him what his tattoos meant to him and why he chose them, but he claimed to remember very little. He was sure however that the choices had something to do with alcohol and women. His hands were almost completely black from oil stains and his fingers were short and blunt, as were the well-chewed nails. He wore dark blue cotton sweatpants that were smudged with oil and rode low on what would have been his hips if he had had hips. He was very thin. The sweatpants were tucked inside a pair of rubber boots that came halfway up his shins and had once been white with orange-red soles. Now faded swirls of oil had turned them into a dingy gray with dark brown soles. He wore a dirty, dark green baseball cap with an outline of a leaping marlin and the slogan Gon' Fishin’ on the front. The cap was crumpled and the right side of the bill was black from where he had held it while taking it on and off - which I later learned he didn’t do much at all, even when he was sleeping in his boat. When he did take the cap off it revealed a milk-white forehead high up near the hairline, a characteristic shared by fisherman, farmers and golfers.
I no sooner got settled onto my new and hopefully temporary place leaning up against the porch railing then two Alabama Marine Police officers ambled up and looked us all over very carefully. We looked them all over very carefully right back. Southern Alabama is not a good place to show intimidation to anyone, even the police – especially the police. I was glad to see the Marine Police had not relaxed its requirement that all officers had to be under 6-feet tall but weigh over 250 pounds. These two were well-qualified. They both were dressed in freshly pressed uniforms. The shirts were a light-tan color and short-sleeved. They had a cloth police badge sewn on above the left front pocket and the shield insignia of the Alabama Department of Conversation and Natural Resources on their left sleeve. They were both wearing the presumably department-issued large and intimidating mirrored sunglasses. Even with the glasses I recognized the younger officer as Warren Rodnick, a frequent patron at The Keg, our local watering hole, and an occasional alternate on the pool team it sponsored of which I was a co-captain.
Hey Warren,
I called out signaling to the group that I knew one of the officers.
Hey Neal,
the younger officer chimed back acknowledging my greeting which took some of the edge off their early morning visit. How’s your pool game?
Not as good as some, but better than most,
I quipped back.
Ha! From what I’ve seen it’s a lot better than most. When’s the last time you’ve lost a game at The Keg?
I do lose from time to time. We’ll play a game the next time I see you up there and maybe that will be one of the times.
Yeah, fat chance on that,
Warren laughed, but I’d like that. Let’s make it happen.
The attention of the senior officer quickly settled on Cap’n Billy, but when he spoke he seemed to address us all as a group, Who’s got the little shrimper at the end of the dock?
All our eyes involuntarily shifted towards Cap’n Billy. He leaned forward in my chair and immediately owned up in his heavy Southern Alabama drawl, "You mean Miss Tiffany? She’s mine. What’s the problem officer?"
Officer Warren now also zeroed-in on Cap’n Billy, leaned towards him slightly and politely but sternly commanded, Come with us then.
Cap’n Billy looked around and his eyes caught mine, Want my seat?
he asked. His seat? That was my seat anyway! ’Watch my sack for me, will you? It’s got my breakfast in it. I’ll be right back.
I immediately reclaimed my rightful seat while the two officers escorted Cap’n Billy down the dock towards his boat. I looked in the paper sack he had left with me and discovered it contained five cans left from a six-pack of Busch beer. Breakfast?
At the time I met Cap’n Billy I had been living at the marina on my sailboat Ob-la-di for the almost a year and a half. Before that I’d made a little money working for a start-up company in California - Silicon Valley. The company was trying to develop a computer-based system to detect fraudulent Worker’s Compensation claims. I had developed the predicative algorithms used to describe and find the fraud. The algorithms didn’t work as expected. Most of the fraud I was able to find involved collusion with the physician who provided the medical information for the claim. That didn’t work out so well since that wasn’t the answer they were looking for. I was paid well for my work anyway and given some shares in the company. During the following dot-com boom and with a few tips from some fellow consultants I had been able to parlay that money into a decent-sized nest egg. This had eventually enabled me to feel comfortable enough to pursue one of my lifelong dreams – to buy and live aboard a large sailboat. Ob-la-di was that dream come true.
I hadn’t purposely selected southern Alabama as my home port. In fact I’d always assumed I’d be living aboard somewhere back in California, like San Francisco or maybe San Diego; but when I discovered Ob-la-di, then called Anna B, for sale at this little, out-of-the-way marina in Orange Beach, Alabama I immediately went ahead with the purchase. Even then my intentions were to just live here long enough to do some minor refurbishing and then sail her down the Gulf to Key West and eventually on to the Caribbean. One refurbishment task, however, led to another - and then to another - and another. I’d always heard that sailing was 99% boredom and 1% terror. That is true alright, but this ratio refers only to the sailing part. Owning a sailboat, especially a live-aboard like Ob-la-di, is only about 1% sailing and 99% maintenance! Another quip that I quickly found certainly applies is: ‘A boat is a hole in the water in which you throw money’. The bigger the boat, the bigger the hole and the more money you have to throw in. Ob-la-di was big - very big, and so was the hole she made in the water and in my wallet. In the meantime this laid-back, southern Alabama beach community slowly grew on me, so here I was a year and a half later, still refurbishing Ob-la-di and still living (very contently I might add) at this small southern Alabama marina.
Orange Beach is a small town on the coast of the Gulf of Mexico near Gulf Shores, Alabama and about midway between Mobile and Pensacola, Florida. The area is actually a coastal island whose western-most tip forms the eastern side of the entrance to Mobile Bay. This tip is called Mobile Point and is the site of Fort Morgan, a Civil War-era fort. The island is long and narrow. Its 32-mile length extends in a easterly direction from Mobile Point along the Gulf coast. It is only two miles wide at its widest point. The island had been historically called Pleasure Island but only informally, and now officially has no name at all. The combined Gulf Shores and Orange Beach Chamber of Commerce recently lost their privilege of calling their island Pleasure Island when they acquiesced to the threat of a court case being filed against them by the Disney Corporation claiming copyright violation. The name was evidently too close to the name Treasure Island© for Disney’s economic comfort level. I don’t know if the Chamber of Commerce received any compensation for their acquiescence, but I hope so. I didn’t think the two names were that much alike.
Figure 1 - Island of Now No Name
At the northeastern end of this island of Now No Name is a large and sheltered body of water called Perdido Bay. The Disney Corporation evidently had no interest in this name because it remains today the same as it did when the first Spanish explorers found and named it over five hundred years ago. The next island east towards Florida is