After we went out to sea together and brought in a rich catch, my cousin completely ignored all my efforts to locate fishing grounds, improve the preservation equipment, and secure customers, giving me only a meager reward while shamelessly using an old debt of gratitude to keep me bound to him. My mother urged me to acknowledge his past kindness without endlessly sacrificing myself. I took my independently developed technology and left to repair an old boat on my own. Using my ability to read the sea and identify fish, I built a fresh-seafood business, stayed true to honest trade, and put aside old grudges to rescue fellow fishermen in times of danger, leading a group of hardworking people toward a steady livelihood on the waves.