
17/09/2025
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Just a normal day, sipping coffee and a lit cigarette around my mouth while the debris of pain and discomfort resembles huge waves of water flowing around as I ride my boat to gather some fish.
A raven floating in the sky whispering odd tales of danger that may come, it said "go back this journey of yours is not worth the trouble. Go back, my friend, go back." And I shrugged the warning with a smirk, grabbed another, drank a quarter glass of liquor โ I was calm for a moment, till it struck me as a huge shadow.
At first I thought it was a storm, swollen by the uncertainties of the waves.
But no โ this one was different with dark smokes, a flag drenched in crimson blood filled with stars more like a starlight sent from hell. Men with boots that were polished, thinking they could trample around the waves. It was obvious they mocked us looking down from their iron fortress as if the sea bowed to their every word.
I wanted to laugh, some cheap imitations blinded by royalty etched in old, dirty money much like the crowns they hold made of rusts and a journey all cashed on by a set of borrowed maps.
Horns screaming, they masked their in capacities and insecurities about themselves with those small and noisy horns they have, such mirror-like masculinity that can break with even an inch of force applied to it. Spraying cannons was weird, wildly egotistical if you ask me, but oh well a fisherman's life is indeed filled with stupid imagery. Napoleon complexes all over, huge ships, but little anchors they towered me like mountains, yet the men inside seem burdened by something smaller than their pride, much like their manhood.
Then the comedy cameโฆ
Two vessels out-bulling each other ended up colliding and kissing each other, a romance of clumsiness plus arrogance. I lit another cigarette, confused but calm again at least, the smoke curling like my quiet grin. I am but a fisherman, yet the sea knows me by my name.
๐ฆ๐ผ ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ถ๐น๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ผ๐ป, ๐ป๐ฒ๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ฒ๐บ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ ๐ณ๐๐น๐น, ๐น๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ด๐น๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฟ ๐ผ๐๐ป ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฒ. ๐ง๐ผ๐ป๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐, ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐, ๐ ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ป๐ผ ๐ณ๐ถ๐๐ต ๐ต๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ. ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฎ ๐๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐, ๐๐ฎ๐น๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ผ๐ป๐, ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ผ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐บ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐๐ถ๐ฒ๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ฝ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ ๐ฑ๐ผ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐๐ป๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ: ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐น๐ผ๐ป๐ด๐ถ๐ป๐ด.
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Text by Cenon Pineda
Graphics by Ma. Corinne Moscare
Layout by Chino Brendon Tangonan
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