The sea, The sun and and very special hook
Rough water crashes against the sides of a boat, paint eaten by sault covers its features. On the bow, a man with a pipe in his mouth look at the horizon. He pulls the fishing pole and tosses the line ahead, he mutters something. The sun slowly goes down on the water. The man repeats the act. He mutters something. The sun, is now diving into the water, the man smiles, puts one foot on the rail and, moving the pipe to the side of his mouth, breathes in and blows strongly. The sun moves fast, but it's too late. He has caught it.