NORWEGIAN KING CRAB PRICE FOR DUMMIES

Sitting with legs crossed during the cabin of the exact same stout 36-foot trawler he’s owned for 4 a long time, Ingilæ leans the elbow of his smoking hand on a dinette table. He’s putting on a conventional Norwegian wool sweater, a grey beanie and black-framed Eyeglasses. His deal with is as creased and ruddy when you’d hope from someone wh