Samudra leaned out of 'Ocean Night', her boat and swung over to the front of the boat. She grasped an anchor and hauled it out. The water recived it with a plonk and it whirled down into the depths. She wiped her forehead with her hand and smothered her sweat onto her black trousers. She would never get used to getting the anchor out of the boat. Her eyes looked up, it would be a nice day, a bit breezy, but nice. She was young, the age of 12, on the brink of adulthood. She touched her pendant, hopefully she wouldn't be unlucky today. Her wavy hair shifted as she got her buchet of fish. She leaped ot the shore, making usage of her long legs and set up a stand.
"Fish! Fish for sale! Special sale! Three Yellowfin for the price of two!" She reapeted this phrase over and over again. It was tiring for her. Inside her mind she had a nagging instict to leave, like every night she did. Of course she would wait but it was stronger than before.
She watched and waited, there were only a few people passing by but of course she would have people buying her fish, they were freshly caught and had lovely texture. If there were any left, she would eat it. Over the grill and with streaks of honey were best with Onigan, they were her favorite fish since she was 6.
