ABOUT KING CRAB

Sitting down with legs crossed from the cabin of the exact same stout 36-foot trawler he’s owned for four many years, Ingilæ leans the elbow of his smoking hand over a dinette table. He’s donning a standard Norwegian wool sweater, a gray beanie and black-framed glasses. His deal with is as creased and ruddy as you’d assume from a person whoâ