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waves [ems] Dec 30, 2017 19:34:59 GMT -5

Post by kousei ♚ on Dec 30, 2017 19:34:59 GMT -5

There's a sense of tranquility on sea that can't be gained by the act of fighting careers or spending time on the beach.

I find myself here, not just when performing my nocturnal activities, but also during the day when everyone's around to judge and scrutinize every move I make. Which is fine by me, I live to perform under pressure. So once I'd taken my father's boat and gone out to sea, I just sad and stared, listening to the call of the waves and smelling the salt sea. I just feel like I belong here, rod in hand while on a boat.

I spot someone in the distance, also in a similar position to me and I can't help but wonder. As I drift closer towards him, I call out.

"You as unlucky as me or have you caught anything worth taking note of?"

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waves [ems] Dec 30, 2017 20:03:18 GMT -5

Post by d4a tide evros {ems} on Dec 30, 2017 20:03:18 GMT -5

Derecho

Nothing compared to the freedom of being lost at sea. Derecho wasn't exactly lost at sea, yet his boat drifted further and further from the sandy shores with every wave. Finding the perfect place to fish was hard. It felt like the locations changed every single day, and today was no different. What worked a few days ago, wasn't offering any hope now.

Beady eyes darted around as children tiptoed through the hot sand. One day he was like them unaware of his surroundings, but now he was older and understood what had to happen.

But being alone was all he ever wanted.

Even when another boat came into view, Derecho turned away. The mood to talk vanished with every fish in the sea. Calloused hands pulled at the net, but there was nothing more than ugly seaweed. Today wasn't his day as he yearned for more fish to skin.

He lifted his head as the voice belonging towards a male carried to him. It was none of his business how he was doing, yet Derecho wouldn't just slip away. He was unlucky and unable to catch even the tiniest of fish today.

Derecho lifted his pole and shrugged his shoulders before casting out once more. Mom always said to play nice, and for now he would.

"Unless trash and seaweed is worthy of taking notes, no, I haven't caught a damn thing."

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waves [ems] Dec 30, 2017 20:53:02 GMT -5

Post by kousei ♚ on Dec 30, 2017 20:53:02 GMT -5

Well shit, it's almost a relief to know I'm not the only unlucky bastard at sea who can't catch a damn thing. But at the same time I can't help but feel for the guy, winter must be fucking harsh or something. His net comes back in with nothing but seaweed. Fucking tragic.

"Unless trash and seaweed is worthy of taking notes, no, I haven't caught a damn thing."

Absolutely fucking tragic.

I throw my net in too but when I pull it out, there's nothing in there. I shrug my shoulders, not daring to take note of the circumstances. "Perhaps it's just a bad day for everyone y'know?" I call out to him, more trying to reassure myself than him. I grin. "Can't always get catch of the day I suppose."

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waves [ems] Dec 30, 2017 21:32:11 GMT -5

Post by d4a tide evros {ems} on Dec 30, 2017 21:32:11 GMT -5

Derecho

It was almost a calm before the storm, only this calm was very unnerving. It almost felt like the world was going to hell. Like nothing would fix what had been done. Derecho understood that fish sometimes swam away when the harshest of temperatures came about, and with winter looming, fishing probably wasn't the smartest move. Yet it didn't stop him.

Derecho had a family to feed and bones to collect.

Perhaps it was just a bad day, or maybe the fish was playing tricks on him. At least he wasn't alone. At least this guy was struggling just as much as he was, and looking around others seemed to have the same problem.

"Maybe it is just a bad day for everyone here." Dropping the net into the water once more, he hoped for the best. But before he could pull the net back into the boat, a terrible thought dawned on him;

"We may have caught all the damn fish there is. Wouldn't that be a shame. All of us out here fishing for fish that doesn't exist anymore." Far fetched, maybe, but it was all Derecho had.