want to be,. One of the harvesters of the sea. I think before my days are done,. I want to be a fisherman. Now years gone by we find man that rules the sea. He sets out on a dark May morning . To
In a pine forest cooler than the rest of the island. Lives a young fisherman with eyes like the sea. He built his own boat and made his own cabin. but he's broken the hearts of the likes like me
