By sunrise, Sunjaw Pier had more rumours than bait. Every crate held a new version of the same fish, and every fisherman was certain the story happened just beyond the next palm tree.
The crowd gave the water a voice
I came to buy rope and found a brass whistle, two lemons, and a vendor who insisted a bass had stolen his lunch. The pier buzzed with the kind of detail that makes a notebook feel too small.
The catch was not the headline
Near the last boat, I saw a large bass turn beneath the boards. One cast, a quick run, a wet grin. The moment was real inside the fiction, but it did not need an audience to matter.
A clean exchange
I released the fish below the pier and traded the last of my coins for a fresh spool of line. The vendor gave me an orange marker for the map and told me to save it for a better story.
The pier after lunch
When the market thinned, the water sounded bigger. I walked away with a smaller tackle bag and a fuller page.
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