The Omega was at the edge of the beach on his back sighing repeatedly as it was a bad habit he had, though nothing was bringing him down at the moment. He wanted to fish, but what fish was awake tonight? Eh, didn’t matter he had his pole planted in the sand resting on a Y shaped stick. They just weren’t biting tonight, he tried worms, cheese, and even garlic but the frey just weren’t snapping like they did in the morning. He rubbed his eyes and sat up looking out to sea, it seemed so much different at night, much more violent than usual.
“No good…” he tugged on his fishing line and laid back down, he probably looked like a corpse sitting here still but there wasn’t much else he could do but wait… Endless waiting. He yelled aloud and narrowed his eyes, why couldn't he catch a break?