What can YOU say in six sentences?
The ones who fish from out there are typically loners; old gaunt men with stretched faces, squat women wearing raincoats irrespective of the actual weather. If they're not mumbling to themselves, you kind of wish they were. You can feel the wood planks moving beneath your feet, maximum exposure to the currents below and the winds above, a pitiful joust into the Elemental. Facing out to the sea, you ask yourself all kinds of questions. Scanning back to the land, the lights in the windows of the houses along the shore seem warm and comforting with the tide drawing away at your back.
One of the old guys looked at me like he thought I might jump.