The Deep Dark Sea

Once upon a time on a small secluded island, three men lived alone (in their apartment). These men were students by profession, teachers by day, and brutal hunters by night. They did not choose this life, this life chose them. Forced to eat white rice and ramen at every meal (or maybe just dinner) they became protein deprived cold-blooded animal killers.

Day after day (Wednesday-Friday) they braved the 200 yard walk/swim/wade/crawl/shuffle across sea grass, coral, and rusty kitchen knives to reach the edge of the world: the deep dark sea. Donning snorkel gear and vicious, pronged spears they methodically (sporadically) stalked their prey deep into the ocean, to no avail. The sky looked bleak for these daytime hunters. Not only had nothing been caught but the daily storm would turn the usually blue sky pitch black drowning their snorkels with sheets of rain making it nearly impossible to see or breathe.

One fateful day by some stroke of luck (major luck), two of our heroes speared something I'll call "an aquarium fish". With mighty force these two-inch (no joke) fish were pierced with hardened stainless steel. Deeply compassionate, the hunters snapped their necks and slid the fish into their pockets. Victors they were, satisfied they were not.

Upon hearing that fish sleep at night, the men, against better judgement, again waded deep into the dark sea. This time the sky was not lit by sunlight, but rather a partial moon and one semi-waterproof headlamp. As they waded out it became apparent that this could quite possibly be an elaborate prank made up by the local people to. Was it worth it? Were they too far in to back out now? The answer was a resounding and unanimous yes.They pressed on.

With the luck of a unlucky pygmy Irishman, these meat-hungry (as opposed to blood-thirsty) men had seen nothing more than sea urchins, eels, and sea beetles. With a local teacher's, Nelly, words "be back before midnight otherwise 'they'll get you'" ringing in their ears they hung their heads in shame and headed back home. Wading still, a glimmer of fish scales caught their eyes. A spear was shot and and a cry let out "I got one!". Just then the light flickered twice and went dark. This was no prank, this was a nightmare.

The story continues but its not much worth telling. The light came back on, they caught a second fish after kicking it (fish really do sleep at night) and they proudly walked to their house to cook them up. Heads bashed, necks snapped, gills removed, gutted and de-scaled, There is nothing better than knowing that what you are eating was locally and organically raised just for you to find.

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Tyler