A fisherman hauls the net onto the deck. He rummages about inside for gold. He doesn’t find much, but bycatch and coral reef. One thing he does find however, is a small fish.

It flaps and flaps. He knows he must help it. He scoops it up in his hands and promptly drops it back into the chaotic Tasman sea.

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The fisherman sighed, and it began to rain. For a moment he wished he would get swept to the ocean. But then he remembered all his mother had done. The tears she had shed for him to be. And he knew he couldn’t.