A photoshoot of the Pioneer was scheduled, and the Decker was to carry the photographer to shoot her.
The Decker beckoned to people ashore and offered to take them along for the ride, and among those who answered the call were a group of monks. As the old tug moved swiftly to rendezvous with the Pioneer, the monks laughed and frollicked about the narrow deck, their grey robes whipping everywhere, above the spray. Michael was on the bow, fretting about the photographer climbing on the pilothouse and the flying grey dervishes; Josh was at the wheel, as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
Who were the monks? where did they come from? Michael said, “I dont know, but one of them used to be a lobsterfisherman before he became a monk.”
Follow me, and you shall be a fisher of people.
I would have loved to have followed them in our survey boat, for it was such a striking sight, and they seemed to be so ebullient. The Decker is a happy boat, something you almost think you can take into your bathtub. However, we parted ways at the Battery…it was another new york moment.