The catfish bent and sprawled in the net trying to breath in the unnatural, air filled environment. The net bent along with them, and each piece of mesh moved along with the fish. The net was tight enough though that none of the fish inside could escape once grasped in the depths of the Aegean sea and pulled aboard the small, wooden rowing ship.

The ship was meant for two, but as the fisherman had no wife nor children he used the second space for his net of fish, to bring home and eat. The fish, slowly dying of suffocation, were still wet. With each movement sprinkles of water would fly into the air and would drip from them onto the boat, fishermen, net, and sea.

He grabbed a canteen filled with wine off his belt and gulped it down. He connected it to his belt again and started pulling on the net to try and stabilize the weight on the boat so the boat wouldn't tip into the sea. He didn't want to get wet. He could go under the water and could even live there, but he didn't want to swim back to the boat.

When his clothes are wet it's uncomfortable and prohibits him from doing his job comfortably. He would also have to wait until his clothes dried, to go in his house or else he would have to clean it. Many other humans had lived underwater and were comfortable, but for him he hated the feeling of the water in his clothes. He could be n.a.k.e.d of course, but he had enough decency to not do so, as the many others who lived above the water did. He also didn't want to be thought of as a hoodlum. Many above water living humans thought of them as a disgrace. Why not listen to the land humans after all, most of the population near Crete or on it, was land living.

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