Chapter 59 Fisherman

"Rubin, are you still going out?" On the dock, Rubin's friend kept persuading him, and the other party pulled the rope desperately. You know what's on the sea. Don't you want to die?"

"Walke, let go." Rubin let go of the fishing net to grab the rope ring on the stake. Let go, I can't stand it any longer. I have to go out of the sea."

"I won't let it go. Do you want me to watch my friend die? Valk said loudly. The empty and lively scene over the dock is gone forever. Occasionally, several fishermen who hesitated by their fishing boats looked at them with sad eyes when they heard Valk's shouts. Each of them has the same struggle on their faces as Rubin. I can't do it!" Valk won't let go.

"Then you can think you didn't see me today."

"How is this possible?" Valk pleaded bitterly, "You will die, Rubin."

Rubin pulled hard and grabbed the rope. All I know is that if I don't go to sea, my wife and my children will starve to death!" He shouted helplessly, "What do you think I should do? God, that woman can't do that except for this and that. She keeps asking us for this and that! What about us? We have nothing! We are starving to death--

"Rubin!" Valk shouted loudly, trying to cover his volume. The former looked left and right in fear and panic. Shh, be quiet, at least don't say it here."

Rubin stamped his foot angrily, and the fishing boat kept shaking. Take a look. Anyway, it's dead." He whispered, "He was hanged and stabbed, or eaten by a sea monster!" I might as well die at sea!"

"Anyway, don't go, Rubin." Valk pleaded bitterly, "What will you do if you die, your wife and children? How will they live without you?

Rubin stopped cleaning up the fishing net. I don't know, Valk." He lowered his head and said sadly, "I really don't know. I try not to think about the future. That's too far away. I'm just thinking about whether we have tomorrow or not.

"Rubin, I still have some dried fish at home - we can still hold on for a while."

"But what about after that? What if the sea monster is still at sea? What should we do at that time?" A series of rhetorical questions made Valk not know how to answer. Valk, your home is not much better than me, so keep it. I have to go." He grabbed the oars and gently hit the rubber mat hanging on the dock with the blades, and the fishing boat began to slowly leave.

"Rubin, you idiot!" Valk shouted angrily.

The fishing boat carried Rubin, and the distance from Valk gradually widened. He lowered his eyes and said to him, "Valke, in my opinion, people who starve to death are idiots."

"Have you made up your mind? I can't stop you. But I will pray for you. I'll wait for you to come back."

"Pray, Valk, pray hard."

"You should also pray for yourself at sea, Rubin, no matter who you are."

Rubin looked up at the clear and cloudless sky. The sun had just jumped out of the sea. This was a good weather for going to sea, but his heart was heavy, uneasy and full of despair. Only one will pushed him to wave his stiff arms and slide the oars. Who else can you pray to? Gods, that ugly woman, or a sea monster? No one can protect them anymore." Pray for me, Valk." He said, swinging the oars with all his strength. I don't remember the prayer anymore."

The fishing boat is gradually fading away.

Behind Valk, the fishermen all squeezed their mouths, but the pain in their eyes increased. They have witnessed too many people stubbornly going to sea, but in the end they will all return.

When there was only an empty and open sea around, Rubin looked around, and the fear in his heart came like a tide, crushing the last line of defense in his heart and occupying his chest. His hands and feet were trembling, and he collapsed on the boat, and even the knot on a rope could not be untied. He almost wanted to go back immediately! When he grabbed the oar, he pressed down the devilish impulse. He has to catch fish and bring back food, otherwise their family will starve to death. Compared with the instinct of survival, what is fear?

So Rubin took a deep breath. He reluctantly dragged the fishing website up and sprinkled the fishing net out with all his strength. The fishing net slowly sank into the water, taking advantage of this gap. Rubin straightened his back and looked up at the sky. It was noon, not a good time for fishing, but he still couldn't help praying, hoping that the first net he sprinkled would have a big harvest, and then he could leave this damn place quickly.

There was a dead silence around him. Every second he stayed, Rubin felt as if he had taken another step towards death. The scorching sun hung high above his head, but he was trembling. He stared at the sea, felt the weight in his hand, and kept saying "Hurry up, hurry up" in his heart. I can't wait for a large group of fish to get into the fishing net immediately.

The long wait almost took Rubin's life. So much so that when the fishing net in his hand became heavy, he was almost pulled into the sea. However, his mood became better, and he cheered and dragged the fishing net hard. Rubin said that he had come to the right place. No one dared to go fishing for a long time. The fish came back and the fish increased again. He will be back soon.

The fishing net was gradually pulled away from the water by him, and he was looking forward to his harvest with joy.

The fish rolled out of the white splash, and a white fish belly showed that he had a bumper harvest today. Rubin couldn't stop smiling on his face. As he tried to pull up the fishing net, he happily thought about how to distribute such a big harvest. How much can it be sold? He calculated in his heart that his son wanted toys, his wife's clothes, and some food at home, and sent some to Warwick. After all, he did it for my good... Thinking of this, Rubin's heart, which had just been put down, rose again and his smile froze on his face. The chills prompted him to speed up.

He felt that the net was heavier than every net he had spilled in more than 30 years of fishing experience. He could hardly drag the net fish out of the water. Did the goddess of luck really start to take care of me? He held his breath, shouted, and towed the fishing net onto the boat. Rubin sat on the deck and gasped happily.

For a while, when he breathed slightly, Rubin turned over and got up and walked to the bulging fishing net. The strong fishy smell surrounded him, but he regarded it as a wonderful fragrance.

He took a deep breath and then untied the fishing net. He had to throw the fish into the sea-filled cabin before they died. The sun is too big, and he is worried that the fish will be bad and smelly. Such fish can only be thrown away and sold at a low price. He quickly untied the fishing net with both hands and threw all his fears out of the sky.

The fish swings its tail and jumps around, just like his mood. He felt that his dark life was full of sunshine, and his lowered head oppressed by despair could be lifted again. Valk, this is the right choice. He said in his heart, instead of hoping to beg for God's help like a beggar. Those guys are vampires. They can't do anything but kill people. He thought angrily and completely untied the fishing net. Then——

He found something strange.

At the bottom of the fish pile, there is a swollen, pale and purple leg. Rubin only felt that the hair on the back of his neck stood upside down and was cold all over, and he almost forgot to breathe. He swallowed his saliva and thundered in his ears. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, grabbed the fishing rod next to him and carefully touched the leg. That leg didn't move. He relaxed a little and took a few deep breaths - this time he felt that his lungs were full of stinky corpses - he summoned up his courage and swept away the fish piled on that leg. At this time, he was horrified to find that the fish seemed to have died and fell on the board like ice. Rubin thought of a terrible scene. He looked around desperately and found that there was no way to escape.

The body lay on its back in a piece of fish scales.

Rubin was dull for a long time, and fear made people unable to think. He didn't know how his fishing net caught a dead body, but he knew that he could never leave the latter on the boat. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. He muttered as if he was about to collapse. He grabbed the oars, suppressed the smell of the corpse, and pried the body hard, just to push the latter back into the sea.

The body moved inch by inch, and then... without warning, the swollen and smelly body opened its eyes.

He has a pair of blue eyes, like a flame burning in it, but it makes people feel cold enough to freeze his body and even his soul. Rubin wanted to shout, but it was as if an invisible hand grabbed his neck. He couldn't breathe, let alone make a sound.

Rubin could only watch the body stiffly stand on its back and clumsily get up like a wooden man. He was covered with swelling soaked in water and naked. His hair was wet behind his head, and his eyes were deep. The other party twisted his neck and made a terrible sound of rattling. He stared at Rubin, and a chilling cold light oozed from his burning blue flames.

Don't come here, don't come. Rubin shouted silently. But the body could not hear his plea. He raised his foot and came towards him. The slippery fish scales did not stop him, and the barrels and boards scattered on the board of the boat did not stop him. The boat is too small. The distance between him and Rubin can be reached in just a few steps. And he can't move at all.

The body stood in front of Rubin and grinned at him.

The stench and bitter chill, as well as the fear of death, made him close his eyes in despair. He regretted why he didn't listen to Valk's persuasion. He felt a pair of cold and slippery hands replacing the previous invisible hands tightly around his neck, and his fingers were tightening. The pain made him open his eyes involuntarily. He saw that countless octopus-like tentacles stretched out from under the water and wrapped his boat tightly. In a short moan, the fishing boat was twisted into pieces. The body sank to the bottom of the sea with him.