The Locked Container
Mark takes kitchen work at a fishing wharf after seeing a steel container door injure him and three supposedly drowned crewmen's belongings disappear inside.
Read what Mark says
Tully Pike, the wharf chandler, hired me for a week at Bellwether. I came for cash work, so I parked my old ute behind the eastern wharf and took the kitchen shift.
This town lives on fishing boats. Three crewmen are supposed to have drowned, and everyone is still carrying flowers down to the harbour.
I watched a private crew move Ben Cato's sea boots, lunch tin and tool bag into a locked steel container beside the crane.
The hatch swung back and hit my shoulder. I dropped the boot and stayed still while Rhys Kato, Lyle Kato's son, watched me.
Ben's family was grieving, but his gear was being moved. I copied the container number onto my hand and walked away.
I took the kitchen roster from the line cook. It let me hear which boats left, which engines stayed cold and who was too scared to talk.
Nia Frost, the wharf mechanic, said that container opens only when Lyle Kato is aboard the old dredger.
