My Fishing Week

I was getting used to it.
Going out every morning to an adventure.
It had started to become a part of my daily routine.
Friends and family gather in this event once every year.
The days had passed and this is the last day.
Today I plan to get the biggest fish.
This was the day.
I felt it in my gut.
This was the day the biggest fish were just waiting to get caught.
The boat was ready to set off as we got in I was already exited.
We set off to the deep blue in search of sail fish.
The hours passed not a nibble for any of us.
We were ready to go, all hope was gone.
Uncle Victor said "reel in the lines there's no fish today."
As I was reeling in my line sad and disappointed in myself for
believing I was going to get something, something pulled me
so hard as if my soul had gone out of my body.
Its a huge one uncle Victor says to me.
I woke up from my mind of disappointment  and went into the reality
of my lucky catch.
We had hours fighting it all of us had a fight with this beast.
"Its a sail fish!" my uncle calls to me excitedly.
They day passed we ate sail fish at break fast ,lunch, and diner.
There I had to say never give up when your sure there's no hope at all.