The Atlantic is a study in gray, steel clouds meeting mineral-hued waters at the horizon. Guiding his fishing boat through the Manasquan Inlet, Jamie Dopkin veers right. Along the jetties that shape the channel, a fluorescent buoy pops like an exclamation mark, marking a scuba diver.
At sea, buoys and their colors are a form of language.
A cross between a Chesapeake Deadrise– and Down East–style boat—workhorses of the East Coast fishing trade—the FV Webo, circa 1981, is just roomy enough for Dopkin and his two passengers.