The Fisherman
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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I once found a fisherman sitting by to see. I said, Why don't you cast your net and catch some fish for me? The fishermen looked out at the ocean and then replied With this I may be a fisherman, but I don't like to fish. I looked at him with confusion. I could not understand if you're not going to fish than what will you do, old man? He looked out at the water and then he looked at me. I used to sail the stormy ocean I used to roam the waves, lifted monsters from these waters and sent sailors to their graves. I once breathe better underwater and these arms of mine were fins. If the ocean could be worshipped Boy than idolatry was my sin. I looked at the sorry fellow feet buried in the sand. I said Why then aren't you out there now? Instead of dying here on land His eyes They flared with Renker. He stood before the sea with arms outstretched like across He screamed Why have you forsaken me? The ocean swelled with anger and woke from its repose It up weld all its water. It grew it stood. It rose the fishermen. That brazen man seemed to catch a breath of fear. He caught himself and face to see that God he loved was here with all the force of hatred. It began from heaven down it growled and spat in, bared its fangs while surging to the ground. The fisherman stood undaunted and yelled, I aim to swim! But the ocean was unforgiving, and it roared right back at him. He waited in the water, stood waist deep in the tides, then turned around to look at me as if to say goodbye. I turned away as the tsunami came to smite the waiting shore. When I looked back, the sea was calm and the fishermen no more.