Routine Sea Morning
The fisherman was rising just when the sun was, getting ready for his small wooden boat. Today was another ordinary day of hope and expectations that filled his morning with thoughts of a catch that could help feed his family. The gentle waves against the hull were like a familiar heartbeat he knew so well over the years. To him, the sea wasn’t just where he worked; it was also his best friend.
As he sailed familiar waters, the fisherman felt a sense of calm. The sea presented many challenges, but its size provided solace. His net was well-worn, and it sat coiled by his side, awaiting capture of the treasures of the ocean.
Hours passed as he worked tirelessly, casting and hauling his net, but the catch was sparse. Frustration began to set in. Just as he was about to turn back, something unusual caught his eye — a faint, pulsating glow emanating from beneath the water.
