In the pitch-black night, the sea was calm and the waves were gentle.
Three medium-sized fishing boats and eight small ones were moored at a small island, all part of the same fishing fleet that had agreed to meet near this island before heading back home.
"How was the catch on your side?"
"Eighty percent."
An eighty percent storage rate meant the boats were nearly full to the brim.
The remaining twenty percent of space was left for safety reasons, to avoid overloading the boats.
It was also left so that on the homeward journey, they could cast a few more nets, which might lead to the discovery of a precious school of fish.
"How about you?"
The bonfire flickered; after topping up with enough fresh water on the island, the five to six days of sailing that lay ahead seemed like a leisurely vacation.
However, nobody actually treated these days as holidays.
