"Eric, any catch?"
"No, Charles, maybe we should go farther out."
Eric looked at the net with only a few small fish and felt a headache coming on. It was the third day they had been out at sea, and the catch was miserably small. The fish they had caught were only enough for their daily consumption; there was nothing to sell.
They might have to return with an empty boat.
Charles walked out of the captain's cabin and, seeing Eric looking downcast, patted him on the shoulder and consoled, "Don't worry, Eric, we'll definitely have a catch today. We've already gone far from the port, haven't we?"
His old friend was good in every way, just too impatient. Fishing was something that required patience, and it wasn't unusual to return from a week at sea with nothing.
"Yes, we have gone far from the port."
