Forget Me Not by Jessi Hart EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Jessi Hart
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
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Where do you go when the world is at your throat? Home? Some
secret place where no one will find you?
Where do you disappear to when you don’t want to be found?
I come here.
The ocean is my home. More specifically, the Atlantic. The way it
welcomes me back time and time again, day after day like an old friend.
I rest on the water, at peace with the demons from my past. On land, they
catch up to me, but out here?
I guess they can’t swim.
Caw!
There’s a fucking seagull perched on the back of my deck, screeching at
me.
“Shut the fuck up,” I grumble, tossing it a rotten fish. It must be getting
five-star meals wherever it nests because it looks at the fish, then back at
me like I’m a peasant for offering it some of my bait.
“Well, then starve.”
I used to keep a pistol on deck for birds that tried to start shit, but lately,
I’ve been leaving it in the cabin for fear of getting my ass hauled to jail.
I fish bottom feeders for a living.
Then, I sell them to the docks who turn around and sell them to rich
people with a taste for the ocean.
It’s not glamorous, nor does it pay well, but life on the water is the only
thing I’ve ever wanted.
Just not covered in seagull shit.
“Fuck off, bird.”
I flip him the finger. He stares at me like I’m an idiot.
Hauling a heavy wire cage to the surface, I wrap the rope tethering it to
the buoy around my pot hauler, which drags the pot up onto the boat so I
can filter through the contents.
It might seem boring to some, but to me, it’s life. It’s exciting in it’s own
dirty way.
I’m content.
Most people don’t understand life. They think they need the next best
thing. Their egos force them to fit in everywhere they go, so they’re afraid
of doing what they really want because God forbid, they stand out from a
crowd of a hundred.
They aren’t built for change any more than I’m built for life the
“traditional” way. I’m a fisherman. A traveler. I don’t have a home because
I take it with me everywhere I go in the form of this boat.
I sleep where I dock and I don’t bother trying to make lifelong friends
because, well, when you’ve seen the world, you tend to move before you’ve
had time to be solidified in their minds as more than a passing thought.
I’ve just finished my trap for the day when the sun is starting to set low
over the horizon.
This is my favorite time of day. Right at the cusp of night when the sun
turns the sky bright orange, reflecting off the water and basking everything
in a warm glow.
I’m not sentimental, but something about being out on the water when it
fades to dark is special.
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