Trawler

Trawler was born into a not so happy home well he considered it happy if anyone asked him he’d say it was perfect but that’s maybe just the way he was raised.

Coming from a long line of fishermen he’d never been destined to become much else. His mother had warned his father that she’d be giving birth soon and that she’d best stay at land. As the stubborn man he was he chose not to listen to her for she was a brainless woman who knew nothing. That very next morning his mother gave birth to him out at sea with nothing but a scratchy blanket, the rope between her teeth and the smell of fish to keep her company. His father was determined his birth wouldn’t ruin a perfect day for catching no matter how much she screamed out in pain he kept his focus on what was important.