“Because what is the meaning of this relationship? I come every day. You give me stress.”
She threw her net again.
“Today, no excuses.”
Henry’s body had gone weak. His movements slowed. His strength faded. The ocean grew quieter around him, as if satisfied.
The current pushed him closer to the shallow side of the island. Closer. Closer. Until his body drifted into something.
Something thin.
Something tight.
Something woven.
The net.
His arm jerked slightly. The rope tightened. The net wrapped around him, holding him, stopping him from drifting farther.
And in that exact moment, Fumi felt it.
Her net moved violently.
Her eyes widened.
“Eh!”
She grabbed the rope instantly.
“This one is not a small fish.”
She pulled.
The resistance was strong.
Too strong.
Her heart began to race.
“God, this is it!”
She laughed excitedly.
“Mama will faint today.”
She pulled harder, struggling, sweating.
“This fish is fighting for its destiny!”
Meanwhile, inside the net, Henry was barely conscious—trapped, helpless, alive, but fading.
Fumi dug her feet into the sand.
“No, you cannot escape me.”
She pulled with everything she had. Every dream, every hope, every prayer went into that one pull.
“Come out!”
Slowly, the net began to rise out of the water.
Heavy.
Unusual.
Suspicious.
Fumi squinted.
“Why does this fish have shape?”
She pulled again.
Closer.
Closer.
Until she saw it.
And froze.
“Jesus Christ of Nazareth!”
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