Paddle out just a few minutes into the ocean and watch the water beneath your boat fall off into the darkness down below.
All the way down, bouncing along the sandy bottom, is an eel as long as your leg slithering with all its might to get a hold on the sand for safety.
They want to get away from hordes of hungry mouths––right behind them.
That's the moment when you feel your arm strain in its socket. Your hands grab your rod by instinct before you can think to twitch a finger. The moment you're not paying attention is always the moment they strike.
They try to pull you down there with them. To turn your weight, your balance, your patience against you until you give up. Give in. Sink down into the abyss.
It's up to you to stay afloat.
Sleeping in is a waste of daylight. Do what you love––go fishing.
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