Yassine Belkacem, 41

The engine starts before the light does. Three in the morning, the harbour still black, and the deck already wet with something that is not rain. I count heads twice, the way my father did, then we go out through the pass. Nobody talks until the first net is down.译引擎比天亮得早。凌晨三点，港里还是黑的，甲板已经湿了，那不是雨。我像父亲当年那样点了两遍人头，然后我们从航道口出去。第一张网下水之前，没人说话。

Diego FerrerKim MinjunMbark Ould AhmedNaledi MorakeMariana Costa

My sister says a captain should own one shirt that has never smelled of diesel. She is right, and I wear it badly: collar too straight, sleeves too clean. Weddings, mostly. I stand at the edge of the room with a glass I forget to drink from.译我妹妹说，一个船长总得有一件没沾过柴油味的衬衫。她说得对，可我穿不好它：领子太直，袖子太干净。多半是去婚礼。我端着杯子站在屋子边上，一晚上都想不起来喝。

江南雨Anton SkakunKim MinjunEmma Carter

On the roof, the nets dry in the sun and the whole city smells of hot dust. From up there the sea is only a grey band at the end of the street. Twice a week I spread the torn ones out, and the neighbours' children ask what each knot is for. I give them wrong answers to make them laugh.译屋顶上，网在太阳下晾着，整座城都是热灰尘的味道。从那儿看，海不过是街尽头一条灰线。一周两次，我把破网铺开，邻居家的孩子来问每个结是做什么的。我故意说错，逗他们笑。

Priya NairEnkh BatbayarLuc BelangerJordi Casals

My hands know the weight of a fish before the scale does. At the market the buyers look at my hands, then at each other, and the number goes up or down. I have argued over that number for twenty-five years. It is the only argument I enjoy.译我的手比秤更早知道一条鱼有多重。在市场，买主先看我的手，再看彼此，然后那个数字往上或往下走。为了这个数字我跟人争了二十五年。也只有这种争执，我是享受的。

Paloi SrisukFranziska GruberPriya NairEnkh BatbayarEmma Carter

The leather apron hangs by the door, hard as a board, stained with things I stopped naming years ago. I tie it on to clean the catch, and the whole street knows the day has started. Someone always comes by to ask what came up in the nets.译皮围裙挂在门边，硬得像块板子，上面那些污迹是哪一年沾的，我早就不去认了。我系上它收拾渔获，整条街就知道这一天开始了。总有人晃过来问，网里上来了什么。

江南雨林雪梨Alben KelmendiEmma CarterJordi Casals

The balcony faces the port, which means I spend my evenings watching the thing I did all day. Coffee, no sugar, third glass. Below, the boats knock against old tyres and somebody is always fixing an engine. My navy cotton is washed so thin it is almost a memory.译阳台朝着港口，也就是说，我傍晚还在看白天干了一整天的东西。咖啡，不加糖，第三杯。楼下船身撞着旧轮胎，总有人在修引擎。那件藏蓝粗棉洗得太薄，快成一段记忆了。

Anton SkakunLuc BelangerAlben KelmendiAisha RahmaniSato Sakura

There was weather last night that made even the old men quiet. We came back in with half a hold and nobody complained. On land people ask if I am afraid of the sea. I am not. I am afraid of those who promise a good price and a calm week.译昨夜那种天气，连老家伙们都不出声。我们回来时鱼舱只有半满，没人抱怨。岸上的人问我怕不怕海。我不怕。我怕的是那些把好价钱和一周风平浪静一起许给你的人。

Desislava PetkovaElias TorresMaria Fernanda QuispeFranziska GruberKim Minjun

The new boy is seventeen and does everything twice as fast as he should. I shouted at him once, in the beginning. Now I just put my hand on the rail where the rope ought to be and wait. He looks, he corrects it. That is how my father taught me: no second shout.译新来的小子十七岁，做什么都比该有的速度快一倍。刚上船那阵我吼过他一次。如今我只把手放在栏杆上该有绳子的地方，等着。他看一眼，自己就改过来了。我父亲就是这么教我的：不吼第二次。

江南雨Diego FerrerAlben KelmendiMariana CostaLazar Stankovic