Blacke Harbor (Part 3, page 1 of 11)


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Part 3

At the mouth of the Jackson River sits the dying fishing hamlet of Blacke Harbor. Settled in 1685 by a Ukrainian immigrant named Dmitri Blacke, the tiny town was once a thriving fishing community. Now, as is the case with so many small fishing villages, overfishing and international competition have idled most of the family-owned fishing boats. The majestic fishery and its cannery, which were once among the largest in the state, are long closed and sit as heartbroken memorials to Blacke Harbor’s glory days.

Erik Sokoloff watched the tiny silver plane shimmer in the July sunshine as it skipped along the airport’s only paved runway. He watched it slow and turn its nose toward the rust-stained metal building that served as the facility’s main hangar. As the plane turned and aimed toward the middle bay its markings came into full view.

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