The fisher was not dumb. To prevent an accident from happening, he tied the rope to the boat. If there was a problem, the people on the bank could pull the boat back. "You two stay at the bank. If I raise a large light, start pulling the rope."
He turned on the fishing light that he carried with him. With a deep breath, he jumped into the boat. The water was dark, and no one could see what was hiding underneath it.
The body rocked with the boat. The fisher sat down slowly, placed the fishing spear within arm's reach, and held the light between his legs. Then, he picked up the paddles.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Zhang Dabo watched over the rope, worried that this might be a one-way trip for the fisher. If the fisher ended up being fish food, that would truly be a sad ending.
