NORWEGIAN KING CRAB PRICE FOR DUMMIES

Sitting with legs crossed inside the cabin of the exact same stout 36-foot trawler he’s owned for 4 decades, Ingilæ leans the elbow of his smoking hand on a dinette table. He’s wearing a conventional Norwegian wool sweater, a gray beanie and black-framed glasses. His facial area is as creased and ruddy when you’d be expecting from a person w