a small boat, a net, and the fish that live beside you
One day at sea, and the day is ninety seconds of daylight. Fish move in shoals: throw where they are going. Hold to widen the net — wider is heavier and reaches less far. Row where you like; different water holds different fish. Mind the jellyfish. And on a fair, quiet day the Ora come through — a small shoal, lit like lamps, gone in seconds. The shoalfolk count a boat that takes them lucky for the year.