Pea-Green

[The Organization]

The ocean was reaching a peaceful ebb today, with the sun gently warming it as though it were a gigantic bowl of soup. A small, elderly figure sat in his little wash-tub-looking boat, with his hunch hunched over his fishing pole as he strained his eyes looking for something to take back home to eat. He'd never been particularly good at fishing, but it was still a passion of his which he took up whenever he found a golden moment of time to himself, and now he sat patiently, waiting for something to bite while he stared out longingly at the waves.

"C'monnn, just a little nibble, just one teeny bite."

And so he sat, waiting, practically drooling over the thought of the biggest, fattest fish, steaming away on a plate in front of him as he and his wife shared a grateful, passionate kiss under the pale light of the evening. Well, he was allowed to dream. That's when he saw the tiniest splash ahead of him; it was biting! There was a fish! You wouldn't think it to look at him, but the old man had amazing reflexes for a guy his age, and soon enough, after a long time spent dashing around his boat as the fish pulled him to and fro, he pulled the giant onto his boat, rocking it as it flopped around on the deck.

After delivering flurry of strikes with his oar, the fish soon gave in, leaving the man gasping for breath as he collapsed down next to his meal, which, while it wasn't as big as he'd hoped, would still put a smile on his wife's face - although she probably wouldn't be smiling after hours of de-scaling, filleting and cooking the damn thing.

Satisfied nonetheless, the man was about to turn back home before the strangest of places caught his eye. A great island, the likes of which he'd never seen before, sat right in front of him, like it had been there the entire time and somehow he'd just... missed it? No, that couldn't be right, he knew these seas like the back of his hand. He'd been born here, for goodness' sake. So how could an island just appear? He didn't have an answer, but his reaction to what he could see was more than appropriate. His eyes began to tear as he witnessed two girls begin to rob what looked to be a blind child, their own age! They even had guns. No-one from his village had guns, not one person, and yet here were some evil, spiteful children robbing each other at gunpoint!

A chill ran down his spine, and he was ready to call out to them, to tell them to stop, when as quickly as it had appeared, the island vanished, without a single, solitary trace.

The man blinked a couple of times, the previous tears falling away without a thought, and he turned back to the fish sitting silently in his boat.

"Oh! Well now, there's something to show the missus!"

And with a chuckle, he rowed the long stretch home, the image of the island never haunting him again.