Nude Fisherman Novels & Stories

Not his. One by one, the men leapt onto the dock, soaked to the bone, dragging their hauls behind them—plastic bins full of fish, a few with tangled nets, others just grateful to be back on dry land. “Carmenta?” It was Eljo, one of the younger fishermen who used to shadow Romero like a pup back in the day. His face was pale from the salt and cold. He wiped his forehead and smiled nervously. “You looking for Romero?”

Standing next to the river I am finishing gathering the fish I have tossed onto the bay, completely naked the air breezes past my bits making a chill go through me. Quickening my pace I gather the fish that I caught onto the rope i put it through their mouths and loop it through the gills of the catfish. Glancing around I feel like something is coming, not dangerous but something is going to happen kind of feeling. Another breeze across the rippling blue river sends another chill down my body, I have better shift into Gypsy before I end up sick. Tying the rope into a tight not i shift back into Gypsy and take the rope into our mouth. The catfish dangling as the rope gets pulled up, swings ba

The male who stands beside me is also powerless, but it seems he's kind too so I accept the piece of fabric from him and use it to cover my nose. When the scent of jasmine hits me I almost cry from the relief my nostrils are getting. The stench of the fish is still there, but underneath all that is the pleasant scent I have been granted as a reprieve, and as we work together I let the male tell me what he knows. His name is Firaj and he's one of the men who chose fish working over in King Rafie's military. There are others like him here on the ship, others like him and the captain who have bright shades of hair and almost totally pale skin.

We are in the middle of the ocean, and my naughty merman is holding up a boat with a poor fisherman sitting in it. "Food!" It takes me a moment to realize Hayden is referring to the fisherman. It never hit me that humans were on his menu, and I watch in horror as he opens his jaws to throw the bearded man wearing an orange life vest into his awaiting mouth. "No!" the man screams. "Please, please don't hurt me-..." Hayden closes his mouth, and I climb to the front of his head and suck air into my lungs to yell at him. "Spit him out!"

Secondly, I noticed the tattoos running up his forearm. “You’re the fishing guy!” I blurted out. “Fishing guy?” Joemar asked, as if he had never heard either word spoken before. “When we landed on the boat. You were the guy diving into the ocean with a spear. You caught three lobsters.” “Four,” Joemar replied with a small smile. “I caught a live one with my bare hand.” “You own this yacht, but you catch your own meals?” Joemar’s emerald gaze narrowed. “I’m not sure I understand the question.”

’ Other pirates got wind of the scene too, and act along, laughing, and talking. ‘Oh. Really.’ He confirmed, and he never bothered to ask any question again. Captain Casablanca then asked him a question. ‘What’s your name, man?’ ‘Oh. My name is Edward. Edward Handy’ He answered. ‘I like the name.’ ‘And you, what’s your name?’ The fisherman asked. ‘My name is Napoleon King.’ ‘So it’s a King I’m talking with, and I never know.’ He jests laughing. ‘It’s just a name. I’m not a king.’ They both laughed. The fisherman rowed again in silence, before Captain Casablanca said when he was feeling dizzy.

“There are also groupers and crabs. They are all freshly caught. Come and buy some.” I was not in the mood to care about these people. I just looked at the people coming and going in front of me uneasily. I waited another ten minutes or so. A middle-aged man with dark skin approached me. “You are Anya Walter, right?” I turned around and saw a man dressed as a fisherman standing behind me. “Yes, I am Anya Walter!” “Come with me!” I held my breath and hurriedly followed the fisherman. The fisherman brought me to a relatively quiet dock and pointed at the small boat on the sea, “Get on the boat!”

skinny looking fisher man replied also he even showed us his crooked stinky smile… I scrunched my nose as soon as I saw him smiling like a foolish person ‘Hmmm… greedy man’ my subconscious spoke “Mister Draco… you don’t have to worry about your ship now… ill help you to get it fixed as soon as we can with help of my fellow mates….” that skinny looking fisher man replied and rest all agreed to him with loud ‘Yes… yea…. yes….’ “But brother….?” oversized fisherman tried to speak but he was immediately shushed my skinny looking fisherman…. who then turned back to Draco ad replied…

Then my girlfriend perked her head to the side. “Wait! Stop! I think I see someone!” I stopped mid-thrust, still holding onto my girlfriend so that I didn’t slip out. It was another fisherman on the shore, all decked out for a long day of fishing with multiple rods, a big box of tackle, a cooler for lunch and maybe some beers, a fold-out chair, and a signature bucket hat. He was too far to see that I was inside my girlfriend, but close enough to see that I was pressed against her back.

Celestine sobbed at the end of her sentence. "I don't have any family and in search of a job I came to town and ended up in that bar." Celestine continued. Her voice was soft and feeble. "Poor girl. It will take some time but you will earn more than 4 million. It depends on how big of a fish you catch." Lisa lightly stroked Celestine's hair and a sudden sadness flashed in Lisa's eyes which went unnoticed. "Uh... Am I going to be a fisherwoman? But I don't know how to trap fish." Celestine asked being worried and blinked her innocent big round eyes.