One-Word Prompts: Fish
He wasn't one for late nights, but early mornings were his favorite. Crisp, 4 a.m. are kept him awake on his journey through the village to gather his supplies. The shopkeeps didn't mind. In fact, the hardly noticed. He left money in the register and restockes the containers before he left, and he never made a sound.
He returns to his hut by the docks to retrieve his lunch for the day. His quaint skiff waits for him tied to the wooden post of the dock while the sun shly peks over the water's edge. He loads his belongings and pushes off the shore, rowwing his usual route away from his home.
Once out far enough, he sets his lines and lets the current carry him lazily. This was his favorite part of every day, but he didn't care of silence where there was no other human to be upset at him for disturbing them. He happily plucks the string on his passed-down ukulele and begins to quietly sing an old lullaby his mother sang to his baby sister years ago.
It brings him a sense of peace. He focuses on the rising sun and the rocking of his boat. The golden rays took a bit to reach him, but he welcomed the warmth on his skin happily. However, something was different. There was a strange feeling in the air as he waited for fish to bite, but he still felt at peace.
Now, they all know his name but not where he went, and they say if you ask for a lullaby while on the shore, he'll sing for you.