“Ferries for the East Bay left every twenty to thirty minutes, and he arrived just in time to catch one of the Southern Pacific boats. A chilly half hour later, he disembarked with the other passengers and made his way up the Estuary to the Oakland City Wharf.The place was an amalgam of the colorful and the squalid. Arctic whalers, Chinese junks, Greek fishing boats, Yankee sailing ships, disreputable freighters, scows, sloops, shrimpers, oyster boats, houseboats; long rows of warehouses crowded... here and there by shacks fashioned from bits and pieces of wreckage or from dismantled ships; long barren sandpits.He approached three men in turn to ask the whereabouts of an oysterman named Salty Jim, owner of a boat with “oyster” in the name. The first two either didn’t know or wouldn’t say, but the third, a crusty old sailor with a Tam-o’-Shanter pulled down over his ears, who sat propped against an iron cleat with a half-mended fishnet across his lap, knew Salty Jim well enough. And clearly didn’t like him.“Salty Jim O’Bannon,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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