“Silence”, a boat rests cradled in the night, the soft waves lapping at its sides.
“Creak”, a faint sound, but heard, still.
“Puk” the old row boat rocks slowly in the dark sea.
“Creeeak”, the old fisherwoman adjusts in her seat leaning forward as she takes a long stroke of the paddle.
“Splash”, the fisherwoman looks up, squinting into the black night.
“Puk, Puk, Puk”, the rowboat turns as the ...
