I saw something small yet distinct. It was barely noticeable, moving across the gigantic volume of waters having gentle waves. There was a man rowing a small raft, a little far off the shore. He was manually maneuvering the raft around against the invincible power of the sea, against the thumping of the sky. It seemed that he was spreading the fishing net. Though I admired his courage and determination, I wondered the reason. The story.