I was looking at a fisherman, who wore only a white loin cloth, spear fishing with a pointed stick in a very small pool of water. The pool of water was about five feet wide and came up to the fisherman’s knees. Only five or six fish remained in the pool as he jabbed away trying his best to catch one. Finally he speared one. The fisherman lifted it out of the water only to have it slip off the spear and fall back into the water. He speared the fish again, lifted it out of the water as if it was more valuable than gold. The fisherman was apparently very hungry. Then I heard a voice say “Feed my shark, feed him!”