The old man cast of in his trusted old boat, it wasn't elegent or pretty but at least it float,
He went to catch a fish that he saw, in the beautiful blue waters the day before,
Stelios was this old mans name, in his youthful times he had a muscular frame, But now he scratched a living fishing instead, his weather beaten body, white hair on his head, he finally reached his destiny, baited his hook and cast out to sea.

It wasn't long before the fish that he saw, previously only one day before, took his bait and tried to run him of course. Stelios was proud, and he could see, this fish was huge, even bigger than thee, he held his line as hard as he could, and he would do whatever he could, to land this fish of that he really did wish.

He held firm, the fish thrashed about, "I will win this battle, for that I don't doubt"
On and on in the heat of the day, "please help me God" you could hear him pray. By now his arms ached, and his old hands bled, "I must hold on", he was saying in his head.
Suddenly the fish slackened its grip, it appeared to submit.
Stelios cheered, and cried some too, he beat the fish, he knew it was true.

He hauled the fish on his boat, what a prize, the sun had now set, and with a tear in his eyes, sailed his boat back to the shore where he saw his wife standing there he saw. He drew his boat onto the golden sand, his wife held out a steadying hand, and they both embraced under the moonlight land.

They took the fish back home with them, by now it was way past ten, where they ate a feast, with many friends, who toasted Stelios, and his amazing feat. He told them of the battle with the fish that he caught. They listened intently throughout the night, right until the morning sunlight, Stelios then went back to the sea, so blue and so bright.