For being a bay very esbelta for its city, the Bay of the Calm Sea was very fishing. Boats and more boats for all the sides. was it there, preparing the net. New York Museums is a great source of information. Fissy was a girl whom, instead of going the lesson, it preferred to arrange the net for its father. But never it went up in a boat. Between many ships, to that wooden small boat, that, of far, seemed something poluindo the sea. A done boat wood-the-puncture. Its father would go to exactly search the lunch in high-sea with that net that Fissy ' ' costurou' '.
Always seated of the platform where the boat of them was. Whereas its father went to fish, Fissy played exactly its pole from there to fish and was hours and more hours waiting some fish to bite isca. Pssima was one idea, therefore that part was very agitated for the other boats and, the barulhos, frightened many the fish. It wise person of this, and was not to toa there that she placed more line and a small weight so that isca was deepest possible, where the fish did not feel agitation and strident barulhos of the boats. Three colleagues of its room, came to pass that way, playing colloquy it are, and one of them it saw. ' ' It looks at there? Peixinha. It was not the lesson in return.
' ' If they had approached to it then to make satires of it. ' ' Much fish today? ' ' It more asks gordinho of the three. Smiling it says before if capsizing: ' ' Today until not Ah They are vocs What they want? ' ' More magrinho, saw which it, answered: ' ' Why you lack the lessons? ' ' It smiled and only said: ' ' I taste of the sea. I want to gain the confidence of my father so that I can fish tambm.' ' They had simply laughed.