From our special correspondent on board the
Laurent-Geoffrey
(Manche)
At this hour, the wind is the only passing on the quays where the sticky humidity of a November night shines.
It is half past midnight when the moorings fall back on the
Laurent-Geoffrey
bridge
.
The propeller stirs the black water, the fishing boat detaches itself and slides between the jetties of Boulogne-sur-Mer.
Pale lights, shutters closed, the city is sleeping, even earlier than usual in these times of pandemic.
Laurent, Cyril, Jordan and Jean-Louis, they go to sea. One night on the water, one more, a tide similar to so many others, rough, exhausting, but carried by the passion of a profession and the human bonds that unite the crew.
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The small, superbly comfortable gangway is lit by the radar screens, the navigation computer and the instrument lights.
Above the wheelhouse, a photo of a baby and a crucifix.
Still numb by their meager end of the night, the men speak little.
The silence is broken by the hissing
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