The fisherman was incredibly frustrated. For the past few hours, he's been trying his best to catch as many fish as he can. Hell, he's been trying for the past few weeks, if not months. His financial situation even made him fish on Shabbat once; maybe twice, maybe more. The man even had to take drastic measures, such as ratting out other fishers to the Romans, that they worked on Shabbat. What else could he do? Both him and his brothers were in a horrible situation. Luckily, he and Quintus has made a deal, however he knew that wouldn't last long, so he still had to fish. He was tired. Angry and tired.

"Oh, for GOD'S sake!" He yelled, throwing the net against the floor of his wooden boat, making it tilt and swing side to side. Fingers of the man travelled onto his nose bridge, pinching them harshly in frustration.