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A Fisherman's Tale

The four grizzled hunters stood at the stern, their steely eyes scanning the ocean for the prey. "Thar!" called the skipper, jutting his square jaw towards the patch of ocean erupting as the fight commenced. The men's muscles flexed and rippled in the setting sunlight; the women gazed on appreciatively.



As one, the Neanderthals pulled the beast towards them and onto the deck. Without fear, a man thrust his fist onto the snapping jaws and ripped the hook through flesh. Another man took his blade and sliced the artery, blood washing across his sinewy forearms before the blade gutted the thrashing monster in a final coup de grace. The womenfolk peering excitedly from the safety of the pit squealed in unabashed awe.

The men grunted.

Another fish caught, and the feast would last long into the night.

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