Gone Fishing

October 24, 2008

The boat rocked gently on the calm lakes surface.

A figure cast his fishing line out away from the boat, the hook landing with a small splash, distorting the reflection of a full moon.

While he waited for a bite he sat back and looked at the stars, enjoying the peaceful calm the night time brought.

With a jerk, his line went taut, almost pulling the rod from his hands.

The fisher began to heave on the rod and started to wind in his catch. After several minutes the water began to churn around the line as his catch neared the surface.

Reaching back behind him he the fisherman picked up an object and continued to reel his catch in. With a loud moan, a pallid face broke the water’s surface and darkened algae covered arms reached for the boat.

A loud shot rang out across the lake. The fisherman reached down, freed his hook, pushed the now still body back under the water and with that, recast his line and went back to watching the stars.


Gone Fishing

July 29, 2008

The fishing trawler moved slowly through the thick fog, its sounding bell ringing out into the surrounding darkness.

With a lurch, the net motor started to pull in the latest catch and far below the ship the heavy boom rig lifted clear of the sea bed and made its ascent to the surface, the net full and writhing with its catch.

As the net lifted clear of the water and swung over the boats deck, two heavily garbed figures moved in and steadied it in place. With another jolt the crane arm locked in place and the rest of the crew moved in as the nets occupants started to moan as the water cleared their lungs.

“Grab the jewelry and load them into net two!” shouted the captain.

“Net two? Why not just chuck them back in?” yelled one of the garbed figures as he adjusted the Kevlar armor on his arms.

“That bastard Jake Knight beat me at poker when we were last ashore, were gonna go drop these in his hunting grounds, give him a little less to bet with next time, now get to it!”

“Aye Captain!”