This is really sad. I grew up in a different era in Glouceser back when their were two large and vigourous fishing fleets (the Portugese fleet and the Italian fleet.
The history of Gloucester is the history of courageous men who die at sea.
I was probably four or five when this guy Tony across the street from us was lost. I remember the strange quiet in the neiggborhood, people whispering, a couple of black cars and not much more. I never developed a huge phobia about boats or the ocean but there is a nervousness that goes back to this I think.
Anyway, I always think of this with sea deaths. It was the same with Marquis.
BostonTim