My dad is a fisherman I used to go fishing with him in the holidays on the boat. We fished in the Atlantic Ocean, we would catch cod, tuna and sometimes if we were lucky, we would get a small shark. I remember when I was about 11 years old when my dad was pulling in the net when he felt it must have lots of fish in it. When the net was pulled out onto the deck from the water we got a massive shock, to see a young whale in it. It looked so sad and frightened, squashed into the net with other fish. Its eyes looked at me and I felt I had to do something. So I told my dad to free it. He refused to but I begged him to finally let it go. 

Thirty years later I became a fisherman just like my dad. I also fished in the Atlantic Ocean. I catch the same kind of fish. Today I went out and caught a lot of fish. I was on my way home with my crew. When I saw a storm forming in the distance where I was heading. The storm was very bad, my boat was rocking all around the place, but we had to kept going. Suddenly I fell off the boat into the ocean. The current was so strong I could not swim back onto the boat. Surprisingly I felt like I was getting carried back to the boat. I was getting carried. After I safely got back on the boat I looked back and saw a whale. I looked into its eyes and saw it was the whale I saved thirty years ago. I was so surprised it came back to save me just like I saved him.