A humble net slung over the wooden boards, past the tarnished railing and into the passing ocean. From here, the fish would come. Sometimes enough to share.
Turning towards dusk, he returned to land on his small wooden fishing vessel he shared with the ocean.
By the end of each day, he turns in his boat to gather his harvest and lay it out to see for himself the fruits of the journey.
A few more panels of the comic I put together for Makepeace Guitar Pedals.
Beautiful words by @kerrivg.