It was a cool October morning off the coast of Kismayo, Somalia. The decrepit thermometer hangs crookedly on an ancient looking wooden tie down pole sticking out of the crystal clear water reads about 90 degrees Fahrenheit. Mark Solland receives permission from his supervisor to basically take the day off of his normal duties and instead all he has to do is watch the boat because it is his birthday. Mark decides to fish while making sure nobody gets near the smaller of the two boats except authorized personnel. He is not expecting to catch very much given he is using a lure he makes out of an old coke can. In the contrary though he will definitely be surprised by the end of his shift of what he brings to the surface… Earlier that day, Mark…show more content… Along the way he looks up and sees three huge white fluffy cotton balls racing each other to the horizon. There is a cool gentle breeze ruffling the sleeves of his shirt as he makes his way down a ragged patch of stones that leads to the pier. Just as he reaches the wooden pier he hears the surprised shriek of a seagull that was sleeping on a nearby pole and is now flying in angry circles because she was disturbed. Mark steps onto the pier and starts walking down the boardwalk towards Wilson’s now empty chair which is leaning against the ships tiedown pole. To his left clear turquoise water lazily rolls in and out as the tide pulls as he walks. Reaching the spot where he is supposed to sit until the replacement comes he grabs the tan chair and sits down. In front of him the boat is bobbing up and down as waves roll underneath it. Below the ship a school of colorful Jacks are swimming around. He also sees a scattering of blueish green Gar as they flash across the surface. A cool mist sprays his face as a vast wave crashes into the hull of the boat. After about an hour of watching the fish and the boat bobbing up and down in the water Mark decides to take Wilson up on his offer about the fishing pole. Standing up he stretches, crosses the boardwalk, and climbs onto the boat. Mark walks across the deck towards the hold of the ship. Finding the fishing pole was not that difficult being as soon as he climbed down into the hold because it was literally right in front of him, leaning on one of the little benches in the hold. Mark grabs the pole and starts climbing out of the hold when he notices that there is no fish hook, lure, and the line is all tangled up. He says to himself “This is going to need a little work before anyone can even think about fishing with
