A few months later.
On the East Sea shore, a small fishing boat.
As the sun set in the west, two children ran and played along the beach. For the fisherfolk's children living by the sea, this was nothing more than their usual pastime before dinner.
The soft sand, the cool evening breeze, and every now and then, you could pick up shells and crabs mingled in the mud and sand.
"Brother, there's a big fish washed ashore over there." One of the children pointed at a large fish stranded on the distant beach and shouted.
This fish was more than seven feet long, its whole body gray and white, and its outer surface was covered with many shells and barnacles.
Kids by the sea were never afraid of fish. When the two saw such a big catch, they knew it could fetch them a good price if they brought it back to sell, so they dashed over, running straight up to the fish and inspecting it closely.
