The Legendary 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?”

Upon the rocky coasts, life had long awakened. The fishermen, rugged and diligent men, were dragging their heavy nets back to shore, their simple boats creaking under the burden of the night’s catch. For them, this was the hour of labor and gain, to return with fishes fresh and for the morning trade. Among them, a man named Vihan worked silently, hauling a woven net filled with the glinting bodies of fish. His tunic was soaked to the knees, and his hands, calloused from years of toil, gripped the ropes with a sure strength. As he heaved his boat up the gentle slope of the shore, his eyes caught upon something —

Her professor is pissed off, yet she can’t force herself to write anything. Her pen twirls around as she plays with it. It took five minutes of playing before her professor came in and handed bunch of booklets to one student asking him to distribute it to the entire class. A red covered book laid flat on her desk. “Unpopular legends.” She read it softly. She flipped the pages of the book and thought there must be about a hundred pages. She turned to the first page and saw the table of contents. “Welcome, today we will be talking about some of the most underrated legends of all time. For the entire month, we will be talking about each of these individuals to help ignite our inspiration. Clear

The word that pops up in my head is: {Anglerfish}. This last thought, combined with the mounting feeling of vertigo ever since my eardrums shattered, proves too much for me. I spring up and vomit into the river. “Now, now, you wouldn’t want to rock the boat too hard,” the ferryman, an old man in a brown hooded robe, warns in the voice of a man half his age and thrice his size. “Those aren’t fish you’re feeding, miss.”

“Don't try and give me an excuse. What, did you run to save the dog? Haha. “He continued teasing while I just shook my head at Hint. We have reached the beach. There were indeed fishermen by the shore who were hauling freshly caught fished. The creatures looked beautiful so… “I’ll take all of that,” I said. The fishermen were surprised at what I said, maybe because I looked like somebody who couldn’t possibly pay all of those. “Hahaha. Yes, my compadres, it looks like my son wanted to sell those fishes in our area, “father said. Tsss… I must’ve sounded arrogant. My old man would do the ‘cooking’ and he was very good at it. Even when his wife left us. Tsss…

After Helena changed her clothes, the trio went downstairs, hearing Loreta humming in the kitchen. Nilton enters the room before Bruno and Helena, and she holds onto Bruno's arm, catching his attention. "What is a Blue Marine Fish?" she asks. "Have you never heard of the best dish in the world?" Bruno asked, smiling. He takes Helena's hand and says, "Come, you'll have a unique experience today." They enter the kitchen and find Loreta cutting the sea bass, while Nilton sets the cast-iron pan on the stove. Helena observes the fish, which is nowhere near blue, surprised.