A concluding story tory, because leaving it out would be too much of a crime. Once our peculiar foreman pulled out a chinook salmon from the nets. It is a large, rare and delicious fish. Naturally, he hogged it for himself. As usual after the delivery, we returned to the village. People went home, and the foreman exited, saying, "I salted its gulls; my brother is coming here by motorcycle to pick it up". He left the fish on the deck, covering it with a piece of cloth. I had nowhere to go, so I shut myself in the cockpit, fired the furnace and fell asleep on the lower bunk. I am not sure how much time passed, but I woke up because the boat was rocking from side to side. We weren't at sea. First thought – earthquake. However, that cannot be, I heard they weren't common in this area. Pitch black outside. I somehow make it to the only illuminator window – what I see is a bear snout, which is licking something off it. Whoa! I turned on the lights and started to barricade myself, out of panic.
I did not come to my senses until after a while, but gradually I started to figure out what has happened. The smell of the damn fish attracted a female bear with two cubs. They are regular visitors of the village. The bear climbed into our boat and ate the chinook. The kids also got some treats. After that, the mother crawled onto the upper deck and started knocking over pots that were carefully brought out by our cook, away from the heat. It turns out bears enjoy chickpea soup as much as fruit compote. I had been frightened so much, that it was enough for years to come.