When my dad and I take off on the waves, they make me tremble like thunder at its worst. The fish that we catch give us money, but in the recent years we've gotten less and less. I don't want the industry to blow out but soon it will. I love to go fishing. Every time I go on the huge boat, I puke less and less because I get used to the boat rocking back and forth. Sometimes I doze off and when I wake up I'm in the cozy cabin. Most of the time I get up so early it takes my dad about ten minutes to get the sleepiness out of me. We get on the boat at 7:00 am in the morning, but we don't start fishing until 9:00 am.

My dad has a different deckhand every year. He says when I'm older I will be his deck hand. I'm not sure what I will say, because if I go I will earn half as much money as my dad. But if I didn't, I could play with my friends.

Days of fishing are different every day. One day you'll catch five hundred; the next day you'll capture two. At night, the gloomy air howls while the people at the fishery count our fish. As soon as I get on land I feel land-sick. I limp with my hand on my stomach all the way to the tiny cabin. I wonder what will happen tomorrow.