Fisherman
All cars pulled over to the side of the road, as the fisherman’s large truck drove past, followed by three more normal trucks, which were all coated in ceremonial blue scales. Fishermen did not need to worry about traffic, the only thing superior on the road than a fisherman’s truck was a loaded fisherman’s truck, as it is impossible to manoeuvre, and due to the fishermen’s rarity, that was almost impossible.
This fisherman was heading to the cliff sea, a sea that had no shallow water, making it the only fishing spot; no one has fully measured the depth yet.
Fish was not a delicacy, but a necessity. The human body, no matter how old, needs one portion of fish a year. It is a mystery how humans survived without any of the fishing gear invented in this age, and one that has remained yet, unsolved.
The fisherman arrived with his truck, with the 3 other blue-scaled trucks, and emptied his mind of everything. Fear would kill him, so would worry or doubts.
The third truck pulled up beside the lake, and the fisherman with the 3 truck drivers unloaded its cargo, 200Kg of food waste from the town, wrapped in a steel rope, and dropped it in the water, and then the trucks and drivers made a hasty retreat.
There was a black silhouette, 80 meters wide and 150 meters long, only a baby fish, heading towards the now sunken food.
And the fisherman fished.
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