6
This place is looking so uncommon to him. Why so?
He stationed his fishing boat anyway.
The big iron meshwork descended into the largest area down. It could trap as many fishes as he guessed.
Little by little, after waiting for a while, he was pulling the net.
No luck.
Again he threw the net aboard the boat.
Nope! Nothing.
Then again…and again and again….
But the poor fisherman could not take a single fish out of the sea.
He diverted his boat to drive another mile and lay anchor.
Empty net came out of the water. The sea is playing with his ill-luck.
A thin patch of black cloud seen across the northern sky. He measured in compass. It is not the place to hunt a big heap here.
He cursed the place and attempted another voyage. This time he thought to go beyond several miles at a stretch.
His water-nymph rushed forward tearing through the waves. He realized the waves had started to play awfully.
The light of the day was getting dimmer and dimmer. The fisherman failed to notice that the black patch of cloud had been spreading very fast.
The seawater looked so bright against the blackish canvas of the sky. It looked so creepy.
He noticed at last.
The lone sailor felt uneasy. He was finding himself in the midst of shoreless water. The water did not pose harmless to him. The sea was swelling, the sea was flinging the heavy waves towards the boat more forcefully.
As the boat fleeted farther, the waves started to strike against the keel aggressively. The fisherman watched the waves booming with time. It did not bode well, he perceived.
Suddenly, a big lightning bolt flickered across the black overhead sky, noiselessly. Several silent bolts followed soon. A very cool breeze blew.
The fisherman kept throwing the big iron-mesh into water and dragging out of it. He was astounded by the emptiness of his fishing net.
‘What the hell is going on?’ he asked himself.
‘No. No. I must have chosen the wrong place. I have to take the boat to the west. Yes, it is west’, he moved the wheel violently. The bowstrings were bending badly, reluctant to change direction.
Wind canopied to seize the fishing boat. The fisherman was blindly went on fishing in the fathomless water.
‘I will not go back home bare handed. Never. It’s just the flurry, sure to go away’, he assured himself.
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