Into The Deep
Toumas woke in his small fisherman's hut as he always did, to the salt of the sea and the crash of it's waves against his ears. He sat up and swung his feet off the bed, the weathered planking cold underneath his bare feet, and combed a hand through his dark, mussed hair. The sea sighed and sang to him, as it always did. Toumas stood and stretched, dressed, grabbed his nets and was through the door as the sun rose. The sea was singing to him and he intended to answer