By The Night
Gone were the days I could land whatever catch I wanted. No, those damn quotas had ruined all that.
Now I was forced to sail by the moon and the stars, wreathed in the secrecy of the velvet night.
I no longer caught but I did worry about being caught.
What a great little story, @bagpuss. I like how you create a romantic feel to the setting and his illegal activities. Not to mention the clever switch from being one who catches to being one who is trying not to be caught!
Hello and thank you. I like short tales and thought the fifty words a fitting challenge. It was a good prompt!