We drive past a slowly sinking shrimping boat covered in broken furniture and garbage bags. “Wow, that’s so beautiful,” he says with a sigh. I glance back at the boat. “Yeah, I guess it is.” I notice the sunset behind it, the contrast of the water swallowing up the boat and how poetic it all is. “This little boat that worked so hard is gonna meet its fate, and there’s nothing we can do about it,” he says.
