The fishing boat rocked as it sailed through the icy waters of the Bering Sea Mikhail leaned against a railing, a cigarette burning low between his fingers as he observed their passenger.
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“Dmitri, he's awake.” he said to his brother.
“The American?” Dmitri called back, as he made his way to the starboard side of the ship, the two brothers observed the man they had found barely conscious on that island.
They observed as the man set up right on the cot they had him laying on still wrapped in the blankets they had covered him with but he remained silent.
“Hello friend.” said Dimitri “Can you tell us your name?”
“Vincent…..” the man muttered, his voice shaky.
“We found you in a pretty bad way friend…” said Mikhail, “What happened?”
The man who identified himself as Vincent began shaking and shook his head back and forth.
“Charlie…” he muttered continuing to shake, “Charlie went up the hill…. Charlie…. Charlie fell down the hill…”
The two Russian fishermen looked at each other with a shrug.
“Charlie?” Dmitri asked “Who is Charlie? A friend?”
“ left him… wolves the wolves…" said Vincent “Teeth gnashing… sharp… left Charlie… left Charlie..the screams..the screams… run ran hide…. run ran hide… run ran hide…. run ran hide…”
“He's delirious…” said Mikhal
“Do you have any family is there someone we can find that can help you?” asked Dmitri
“…Victoria..” Vincent muttered “bad brother bad brother bad brother bad brother.”
“He needs more help than we can give him Dimitri.” said Mikhal, “We'll just drop him off at the next port.”
“Alaska?” replied Dmitri
“Well, he is American.” said Mikhal, “They'll be able to get him home.”
“Home..” they heard Vincent mutter still shaking “Home… Victoria… protect Victoria… bad brother… must protect Victoria.. do not leave again.. bad brother bad brother.”
“ Yes friend.” said Mikhal “Home. Don’t worry Mikhal and Dimitri will get you home friend, until then stay warm.”
There was a slight look from Vincent at the two men as if he was perhaps lucid for a moment and they could see the thankfulness in his eyes but he remain silent as the brothers turned back to their boat headed toward the Alaskan port.
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