Poseidon's Wrath

We had nothing...

After the eighth bait sank

in, the reel began to

speak. We pulled up

a silvery blue swordfish.

The wind howled like

hungry dogs, and the

Poseidon-sized wave hovered

over our boat and broke

onto our catch of the day,

sending my numb-

faced scaly trophy overboard

into the mysterious blue sea.

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