The Perfect Storm Page #4

I can't put it off any longer.

I'm not too big on goodbyes.

Don't go, Bobby. I got a bad feeling.

I've been thinking about it.

Then for God's sake, don't go.

I'll moonlight, I'll sell the car.

We'll work nights, weekends.

Whatever it takes, little by little,

we'll put something away.

I gotta go.

Michael.

Irene.

Irene. I knew that.

I just wanted to say goodbye.

No one ever said goodbye to me before.

Well, goodbye, Irene.

Goodbye.

I wish it were night so I could say,

"Good night, Irene."

That'll come later.

Well, you gotta go.

Come on, boys. Let's go.

I love you.

I will always love you, Christina.

Pack it in there good.

We got more coming down.

Did we get all them eggs up there?

We catching some fish

Is that gonna crap out again?

Never!

Do you mind?

Stinks in here, doesn't it?

Not anymore.

Hi, Bobby:

You're somewhere out there...

...on the deep blue, goddamn sea...

...and I'm writing this on a box

of two semi-down pillows...

...that I secretly bought for us

at Penney's.

And I'm smiling to myself because...

...of the surprise I have

in store for you.

I'm talking removal from our dungeon

in the Crow's Nest...

...to our own place.

It's no great shakes...

...but you gotta begin

with a baby shake, right?

Forever love, Bobby.

I'm in this for the long run.

-I'm not intruding, am I?

-You're not intruding.

You're a natural.

You've got some old salt

in your blood.

Thanks.

You're a happy man out here,

aren't you?

Today, maybe.

When do you get unhappy?

The day we go home.

Home? I thought the sea

was your home.

You got me there.

But if you were gonna pin me down...

...I guess Pensacola, Florida is home.

My ex lives there. Jodi.

And my kids.

I wasn't very good at doing things

the way they're supposed to be done.

Wife.

Kids.

A house with things in it.

All that stuff.

So why are you so happy?

You just got me on a good day.

I'm doing what I was made to do.

And I got a feeling I'll do it

even better this time.

How about you?

I got a woman I can't stand to be

more than two feet away from.

Congratulations.

Then again, I love to fish.

Son, you've got a problem.

I know.

Here you are.

What do you think? Blue skies,

scattered showers, same old, same old?

-Your guess is as good as mine.

-Or better.

Watch it.

This doesn't look good.

Looks pretty ugly here too.

Pam.

Tell Bernie I need two graphics:

Bermuda and Sable Island.

Good.

What's our course?

I've been sailing 42 years.

Never plotted a course.

I set the compass, I ride it...

...we'll be in Bermuda in no time.

Let's go fishing.

All right, guys, let's hit it!

I want 40 miles out there.

Three-mile buoy out!

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