It had been two years since Devara set off into the sea.
The stillness and silence had somehow reduced the fear.
They had lived like sharks.
Their pride stood in the way of turning into fishermen.
But on Bhaira's assurance,
a few did venture into the sea again.
Like a tempest born out of the sea, Devara had probably pounced upon them.
Watching the half-dead come afloat to the shores,
the mountain had its heart in its mouth.
They took to the sea again.
However, this time it wasn't for a heist.
It was for sustenance.
Fishing became their livelihood.