Fisherman's notes

Fish soup for breakfast. Salted herring for dinner. Sprats and onions for supper. Day in, day out. For twenty years. I know others have got hunger to deal with, that it's a sin to complain... but what can I do? I'm sick to death of fish, had too damn much of pulling their bones out from between my teeth, of shitting out their scales.

But instead of sitting and complaining about life, it's better to change it. And it so happens Sobemir saw a pirate ship sink to the bottom not far off the coast. We're both good swimmers, so if the sea stays calm, we'll dive down and see what sort of treasures lie in its hold. And then, I swear to Melitele - I'll never eat another fish as long as I live.