Clouds hung low in the sky! A wispy wind rippled the waves as they rolled towards the shore. Only tourists on vacation dared onto the beach, looking for a stray ray of sun to complete their annual tan.
Small patches of sand crabs thrust their feeding filters into each acending wave, leaving small wakes in the sand as the sea inhaled the froth back down into its fathoms.
A lone fisherman silently dug fingers into the sand, feeling for the wriggling crabs as they desperately dug deeper to escape imprisonment in the fisherman's bait box, and perhaps a fate of unimaginable horror, being impaled and ripped apart by giant creatures of the sea.
Most escape, and the fisherman is selective, chosing only the youngest, softest and most vulnerable to carry away from their sandy home to an unknown fate. The bait box is attached to the fisherman's belt, and seems cozy. An occasional wave splashes over the crabs huddled together in the box, giving them refreshment and a false hope of escape.
By the end of the day, the bait box will be empty! All the crabs will have been impaled! Sea creatures will have terrorized and tortured these small innocent crustaceons, each in its turn. Some will have their flesh picked and sucked til it is but a shell. Others will have been shocked and smashed and eaten in their entirety!
The fisherman will have hooked and fought a 16" corbina and many surf perch. Each will have fought valiantly, only to be lifted from the sea in defeat. All creatures hooked on the fisherman's barb will be greatly relived to be released and allowed to speed back to the depths to tell their tale of near disaster, a true fish story, if ever there was one!
Twas a gloomy day on Moonlight Beach, the day after the 4th.
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