Fishing

Fishing (A day in the life) ©

The sun was angry at the far end of the ocean
When the fisherman casted his net -
Like a spider carefully weaving a web.
He casted with all his energy to no avail,
And goes home empty handed once again.

His body was naked from the waist up,
And a Nike trunks holding up oh so tightly,
The whitened spray of the sea all over.
He felt the rumble in his tummy,
And hurried his kayaking under the light of the moon.

At the shore, he pushed the boat towards the sole parking space,
And walked towards home humming to Amazing Race.
He is beaten black and blue but still hopeful.
He faithfully devours the left-over memories of the yester-months,
And smirks ever so slightly as he goes to bed satiated.

I am wondering whether one of the Unsullied can actually originate from Westeros. Its possible I guess because of cross pollination.