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Six men, two dories and the North Atlantic Why it’s an apt analogy for Atlantic Canada’s film industry and its place on the global stage. 52 | Atlantic Business Magazine | September/October 2012 By Stephen Kimber dawn in the nowhere It’s middle of the Atlantic ocean. How many days have they been drifting out here? Dickie – at 17, the youngest crew member – is supposed to be keeping watch. But he’s asleep, sprawled out in the bow of one of the two dories, his head lolling over the gunwhale. He wakes with a guilty start, stares, tries to make sense of the endless nothingness of dark-blue sea and flat grey sky. Wait! What’s that? On the horizon. A speck? Another vessel? A mirage? He looks back into his dory where his father, Merv, and Pete, the harpooner, are curled up asleep, and then across to the other dory where Gerald, Mannie and Gib are sleeping too. Finally, he decides. He reaches out, whispers, “Pete… Pete.” Pete wakes, growls: “What?” Dickie can only point. Pete sees what Dickie sees. He throws off his blanket, jumps to his feet. “There’s a boat,” he says, then louder, as if convincing himself. “There’s a boat. THERE’S A BOAT!” He’s screaming now, rousing the others. Gerald, the captain, immediately assumes command, scrambling to find the fog horn he’d rescued when their fishing boat sank. He blows a blast. Then another. The rest of the men grab for the oars. Mannie, the first mate, struggles to bring order to their chaos.
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