Waves crashed against the hull of the fishing boat. The sun shone bright in the sky, turning the foam and spray of the sea into sparkles in the air as the boat glided gracefully across the surface. There couldn’t possibly be a better day for fishing in the open sea — a sentiment certainly held by Emerson, who stood proud at the bow of the boat, arms crossed as they sailed to their destination.
The old fisherkeb was right at home in the water, and looked proud at his position, his w...