KING CRAB SECRETS

Sitting down with legs crossed while in the cabin of the same stout 36-foot trawler he’s owned for four decades, Ingilæ leans the elbow of his smoking hand on the dinette desk. He’s carrying a conventional Norwegian wool sweater, a grey beanie and black-framed Eyeglasses. His confront is as creased and ruddy as you’d anticipate from someone