There was a man fishing by himself in a small boat in the middle of the ocean. Now, I don’t know why anyone would be by himself in a small boat in the middle of the ocean fishing, and neither did his wife and kids. They had begged and pleaded with this man to stay home, and not to do something so foolish as fishing in the ocean in a small boat by himself; however, he had simply replied, “I’ll be all right. Thank you, though,” and had continued on out of the door with his fishing pole, heading for the docks.
While the man was loading his small boat preparing to leave, a stranger walking past and away from the docks noticed that the man was about to head out to sea. The stranger stopped and said, “It looks like a big storm’s coming. Everyone who was out to sea has come back or will be back soon. You don’t want to get caught out there in a storm with that little boat.” The man looked at the stranger, smiled at him, then spoke. “I’ll be all right. Thank you, though,” and continued on.
As he headed out, the sky went from blue and clear to gray and gloomy on its way to black and abysmal. The waves, which began as ripples, grew higher and higher. For a second, he thought that maybe he should have listened to his family and the stranger. Maybe if he turned around right now he could get back to shore; however, he quickly decided against it because, by this time, he was sitting in a full fledged storm and couldn’t see the shoreline. It would be just as dangerous to head back as it would be to stay. So he continued on.
Winds blowing at Nascar speed, yet he continued on. Rain pouring in so much abundance that one might think God had made the clouds cry. Yet he continued on. The small boat went back and forth, then side to side. Turning and whirling, while riding 20 foot high waves and then crashing down to the ocean floor. Sick, soaked, and scared, the man continued on.
Then something happened. The small boat sprang a leak. The man took off his drenched shirt, which was doing him no good anyway, and tore a piece off to plug the hole. Then another leak started. So he tore another piece of his shirt to plug that one. Then another, and another, and another. Pretty soon the only thing left of his shirt was the cuffs and and collar. He had to use those too because three more leaks came up.
“I’ve seen the worst of it. The waves the rain, the wind, and the leaks. I’m still here,” he whispered. Then raised his fist and looked upward while yelling, “YOU HEAR ME!? I’M STILL HERE! I WILL NOT LOSE TO YOU!”
I don’t think the storm liked his tone of voice, because almost immediately following the man’s fit of rage, the largest wave in the history of large waves came crashing down onto the small boat. The man was flung into the water, struggling to keep his head afloat.
“This can’t end like this. I shouldn’t have been a fool and I should have listened to everyone tell me that I shouldn’t do this.” Dejected and depressed, he began to sink as the storm let out a thunderous roar that seemed like a laugh.
The next day, after the storm had passed, the man’s family came running to the docks looking for him. He was nowhere to be found. They even ran into the stranger who described how he had told him that it was a bad idea to head out in the storm. Realizing what must have happened to her husband, the wife fell to her knees sobbing uncontrollably. “Why did he do it? Why did he have to go? Everyone knew it was a bad idea except for him.” Her children tried to comfort her, but when she looked up at them it only reminded her of what he had left behind, all to be a fool.
She had to be strong, though. So she wiped her eyes, picked herself up, and began on her way home with the children. Simultaneously, the stranger called out, “What the hell! Look out there.” As the woman turned in disinterest to the stranger to tell him that she doesn’t care, something out in the distance caught her eye...
...It was her husband coming toward shore in that small boat.
Once docking, the shirtless man climbed out of the small boat full of seaweed and fish, embracing his family and looking to the stranger, and said, “I told you I would be all right.”
I know you may be wondering what happened out there, but does it really matter? A man went fishing and came back with a boat full of them. What adversity he went through to make it happen is really irrelevant.
Quanstar is an American underground hip hop artist, indie filmmaker, comic creator, and self published author from Atlanta.