Why Humans Can’t Breath Underwater: Oil Lamps, Alcohol, And Anger

He checked to see if he had tied the fish net tight enough and threw it onto the dock. By now the fish were dry and obviously dead. It made a squishy thud sound against the dock's boards. The fish's bodies settled back in place in the net. He grabbed the edge of the boards and pulled himself upward. He placed his knee on the boards for balance as he was going onto the pine tree planks. He then used his force to pull himself up completely. He put his hand on the boards and stood up.

As he stood up his clothes readjusted. He looked behind himself to check on the boat one last time, just in case. Then, he turned his head back and knelt over to pick up his net of fish. He grabbed the end with the knot and hauled it over his shoulder. He walked forward into the docks. Once the docks ended his brain made up the way home. It wasn't far anyways. He passes many olive trees and pines. Every now and then he would look around to see his surroundings. A habit for a fisherman. Good fishermen look around the sea that they are in to know if a storm will come. After all, it would be hard to fish in a storm.

Left, right, air. The right, circle, right. Those few turns and movements brought him home. He opened his door and dropped his fish on his floor. He went to his room and changed. His fishing was finally over. He left his room in his clean clothes and rubbed his beard. He had mastered the art of having a beard. He thought of it as a badge and he wore it with honor. He walked through his house and out his back door.

His backyard consisted of a part of the coastline in Crete and some measly parts of grass. He looked out for the disgusting sea dwellers. They would show up every now and then, and he would shoo them off. He stretched and looked at the sun reflecting off the water. He had always thought this was an amazing place to live near and one reason was because of the view.