Fisher of Men

The Boat rocks back and forth, as two men sit upon mounted chairs watching their lines become lost in the deep blue.

"What made you want to do this?" asks Billy, a middle aged golden skinned Turkish male, with golden brown eyes, and full pink lips.

Bailey turns looking at the handsome man with a smile on his face, "I have terminal brain cancer, and doctors only give me about 3 months to live."

"Oh man, I'm sorry to hear that," Billy turns looking at Bailey.

"It's not your fault," Bailey replies looking at the thin wire slowly move.

"So what else is on your bucket list?" asks Billy?

"Catch a big ass fish in a net, and kiss a compassionate guy," replies Bailey smiling, as he pulls his flowing curly brown hair into a bushy ponytail.

In that moment Bailey's line goes haywire. Billy grabs it, and reals in the catch, "Grab the net and the hook."

Bailey grabs the net, and the hook, and runs back to Billy's side. In the distance, a huge tuna leaps through the wave. The closer he gets, the more excited Bailey gets. Before he knows it, the fish was right up against the boat. Billy walks up behind Bailey and takes his hand in his hand.

"Now you hook, and net, and I will help you pull it in," says Billy, as Bailey hooks the fish, placing its head into the net, as the two pull it in.

In the boat, the fish smacks Bailey knocking him unconscious. Bailey wakes in the hospital with Billy by his side, and a sore face.

"I thought you were done man," he says, kissing Bailey passionately. As the doctor walks into the room, Billy walks out.

"Mr. Walker, you are fit as a fiddle."