The waves lash gently against the wooden posts, the water here has always been calm and passive, it seems to represent the people of this small town. The fishermen here are not boisterous, they are quiet, at least when it comes to sound. They'll talk your ear off if you let them, they have lots of stories to tell. The pier here is long, it extends at least forty feet into the ocean, many ships are anchored to it, many people traverse down it buying and selling their local catches.
Wharf, Port
fisherman
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I love swimming in the river with the other fish. Mostly I spend my days looking for smaller fish to eat. When people cast lines into the river, we all swim away from them and hide. Sometimes one of the other fish gets confused and bites down on the lures.
hey there, fisherman A talking fish! You are something special, hey? yes, I've heard that a couple of times, don't know if i should be flattered though I would take it as a compliment. I'm not trying to be rude, but I wonder how you must feel talking to a man who's work is to catch and eat your brethren?