A chill wind swept across the water as Ed adjusted his fishing poles. “Become a wildlife forensics specialist they said. It’s a cool sounding job title and you get out in the sun they said,” he grumbled as he crossed the small ship’s deck. “What they don’t tell you…” he continued talking to himself “…is that when there is a missing person on open water, the Wildlife Forensics expert has to fish up the local wild life and cut them open to see if you can find any people bits in them. And because that is so nasty, people think you are crazy and you start talking to yourself.” Making sure the last rod was secure, Ed shuffled into the wheelhouse to make some coffee.