THE NORWEGIAN KING CRAB PRICE DIARIES

Sitting with legs crossed within the cabin of the exact same stout 36-foot trawler he’s owned for four a long time, Ingilæ leans the elbow of his smoking hand with a dinette desk. He’s sporting a conventional Norwegian wool sweater, a grey beanie and black-framed glasses. His face is as creased and ruddy when you’d count on from a person who