They called me 'τόνος' at least that was what he said standing over me. Blue sky at his back, worn sail cast across the heavens – foot pressing my chest hard to the floor as the water spewed with my every gasping breath.
Soon they pulled me away, off to the side and continued. First, they walked over the net pulling out the big fish. Second, the smaller ones, after killing and gutting them with a knife the waste was tossed overboard while the cleaned fish got tossed to a man at the side.
When they were done, they rested, grabbed the nets tossed them into the water and continued.
I watched them do this until the sun fell. I didn't speak a word. Not once after being saved did I make eye contact with anyone, yet I never once took my eyes of any of them.
I wasn't a threat so it took a long time for them to remember. The sun had faded by the time the boat made shore. Most had walked off before the man whose foot struck like into me grabbed my arm.
He didn't say a word just dragged me along. Dirt roads lead the way from the docks to a rickety cabin. Its dark wood framed a hut with a little lean to was bare. Simply it offered the shelter and little more.
The man tossed me into a lean too that was built up beside the house and began to speak softly. "Διαμονή" he said. I moved forward "Διαμονή!" he said louder. As I sat back he repeated it "Διαμονή, Διαμονή."