The sea was dark and ominous. The waves crashed against the docks, as the wind howled against small vessels. The sky was dark and cloudy, rain sprinkled down wetting the old wooden docks. The usually busy shipyard was vacant on days like today. No fisherman dared to test the might of the seas.
The town of Shya offered only one thing, it’s fish-filled waters. Almost all men fished for a living and worked toward their quota of fish to survive. Atlas was just like the rest of the fishermen. He fished from sun up to sun down, but the seas had not blessed him this month. He hadn’t hit quota which meant he was going to starve for a month. At 17, Atlas was a prime fisherman, but still too bold to be a safe one.
He was the only man at the dock’s today, and the only one who dared the storm ahead of him. The docks creaked under his feet as lightning cracked in the distance. Atlas knew the risk of stormy waters, as it claimed his father. But, this was his only chance to catch the fish he needed to survive.
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A bucket sat inside the boat, which slid back and forth with each wave that flowed past. Atlas jumped from the safety of the docks into his boat and began to paddle out to sea. The paddling was long and intense as the current fought every movement outward, like an omen to not go out to sea. The rain began to come down with more ferocity challenging the will of the young man. But his heart was set, he was too far out to turn around now. The dark water was filled with foam from the waves crashing around him. Atlas had to fetch water out of his boat from the rain and