He works with his winged mates, one sunrise at a time. Casts his nets into the unknown waters to find a lifeline. The fishing villages on the Eastern Coast are a throwback to the old times. It's magical to see the little row boats crest the waves on the horizon as they make their way on the beach with the sun behind their backs.
If you're an early riser, you can take a walk on some of the beaches and be greeted by whole families waiting with bated breath for the fishermen to get back with the previous day's catch. If the catch is good meal and some extra cash but on days when their luck runs out it might be just mean sleeping on an empty stomach. Elementary, isn't it ?