Someone had to be first

How many days has it been since last I caught a fish? Long enough that I’m giving serious consideration to eating my own hair. Before I resort to that, there are a number of other…unsavoury options. Why has it come to such unappealing choices?

The rest of my tribe departed this coastline many days ago. They left me behind because, they say, I lacked the necessary hunting ability to pull my weight in the group. It certainly appears that they were right, if my subsequent lack of success in the angling department is anything to go by. On the other hand, the entire reason that the clan decided to relocate was down to the dwindling resources in this local environment, so perhaps I am being too harsh on myself.

Nonetheless, there are a number of shells in the shallows very close to the rock from which I struggle to hook marine life of the swimming variety. They are quite craggy, almost rock-like, and of a whitish, greyish, yellowish colour. On closer inspection, it seems that these shells contain a strange substance; a kind of slick, sticky membrane. Not exactly appetizing, I grant you. However, the starving man must take whatever nature provides. It could be a lifesaver.

Wish me luck, Dirawong.

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Solidarity, brothers & sisters…☼

 

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About Seba Roux

Gooner, Socialist, Historian, Slacker. That's pretty much all you need to know.
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