A misty fog covers the water as the boat rocks slowly on the waves. Another morning settles on the ocean, casting beautiful hues of blues across the sky. The air was fresh, clean, from last night's rain.

The waves were slow mellow motions, rocking the boat like a lullaby. I was used to it by now, allowing the misty air to wash over the rigid skin on my hands. Pulling the jacket tighter around my torso.

The net was sinking further in the water, sending itself deeper into the depths in hopes of catching something good.

"Better catch something good," I snarled, slamming my foot into a bucket laying carefully to the side. I was sick of sailing home, the lack of profits leaving my pockets empty. Glancing over the water I took note of every other boat out here. Each one with better equipment than the last. Each one with more money and earnings than I.

Shaking my head I ran my fingers through the scraggly beard on my face. Years of growing and weathering storms shown in the wrinkles of my skin. My bones were filled with aches, growing worse by the day. I wouldn't be able to do this much longer but the retirement money was hardly enough.

Calculating all my expenses in my head I realized id make it only three months on my retirement. Mentally I cursed the government for not doing as well as they had promised, but I also cursed myself for not being as smart as I should have in my younger years.

I couldn't change all of that now.

I watch over the waves, allowing them to lull me into a realm of calmness. Fishing used to be my favorite thing. Id wake up at the crack of dawn eager to get on the water. That was many moons ago and now things seemed harder to get going in the morning.

I cracking of the pulley system echos through the cool air, the net crashing deeper into the water. Soon I would need to drop the weight in to allow the net to gather along the bottom. Then it'd be a waiting game. We'd be able to drive for a little while but soon we would have to pull it up for the disappointment. The other fisherman all growing stronger in their game, while I weakened with age.

Glancing at the sky, a small smile tugs at the corner of my lips. The sun was shining through the clouds meaning it was going to be a beautiful day here in the Sinclair Inlet. The water a deep blue as it holds it's many secrets below the surface.

My eyes wander over the military boats drifting slowly in their piers. The submarines lined up in an attack position while the aircraft carriers beam over anything that comes close to it. The cars speed on the edge of the water, following the curves of the water and the mountains behind them. A tiny town lingers in the distance, and visible by the lights emitting from it's windows.

I stood from the seat, checking the distance, and then checking the depth on my fish finder. We were about there. I nodded my head with a gruff before reaching for the cooler, grabbing a quick beer. Cracking the seal I leaned against the edge of the boat watching the others in the distance. They were already pulling their first net in. The material overflowed with crabs of musty colors, and shrimp clinging for their dear lives. They were all dipping in the money pit, pushing me further and further away from the action.

My boat couldn't keep up, and the laws of the fisherman rang true through the air. The bigger and better you were, the better spot you get. I shook my head scoffing lightly before flipping the metal lever on the net rigging. It stopped with a lurch, creating a slight tug on the boat. I stood allowing myself to keep steady with the sudden motion. After fiddling with a few locks I pushed the weight over the edge of the water, allowing my muscles to do little work.

I was thankful for the upgrade I had made a few years ago. The weight itself was hooked up to the boat allowing me to release it and bring it back up with ease.

The weight splashes in the water as it's engulfed in the deep blue waves. Falling further into the net. I shook my head grabbing the beer and taking my seat once more. Now I would just have to wait.

I spit over the edge of the boat, watching as the white bubbles of my saliva float on the surface, as if they were their own vessel. Leaning over the water I stare at it for a few moments longer, spitting once more to add to it. Bobbing my head as it did so in the water.

"Damn, now I'm not the smallest boat on these waters," I mumbled, leaning back in my chair.

Before I could relax fully into my seat, allowing the sun to wrap it's warm arms around my body the boat lurches forward. The weight hitting to bottom with a thud.

"What the?" I jumped up from my seat checking the depth of the water once again. It was deep enough the weight shouldn't have hit the bottom of the water. Dragging the net like that would caught it to catch on everything, destroying the natural order of things below the surface. I'd have to cut it, if the machine wouldn't pull it back up.

I pressed the button, silently praying that it would pull it back up. The anger coursing through my veins as the machine clicks back at me, making no progress.

"Of course!" I shouted, kicking the winching system. "The one time I try to upgrade this damn boat and it bites me in the ass!" The words were pouring out of me but still they were left unnoticed. There wasn't another person to help me within miles.

Grabbing the large knife from it's special holder on the ledge of the boat I quickly swiped it along the lines, releasing the net into the water. Watching carefully as it drifts slowly into the depths. Today was a total loss. 

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