Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad

[Pujimaki]

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Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 90


"Of course you have a child, we know your son. He's a great kid."

"No, I'm talking about my girlfriend. She's pregnant."

"Wow. And now you're talking? You're going to have a child and you thought of stealing from others? What kind of person are you? You're going to feed your child with food that came from stealing? Are you not afraid of Karma?" Jun-Jun was livid.

Miguel's child had not been born yet, which made his actions feel even more irresponsible. His girlfriend was six months pregnant and counting on him to provide.

Anyway, the fishermen were determined to settle this at the police station. Letting him go would only encourage more trouble.

"Please! I'm begging you, let me go! I'll pay you instead!" Miguel cried.

"Miguel, you've stolen from many fishermen. We are not the only ones affected. If you want to pay us, we must take you to the police first," Karlos said.

"No! No!" Miguel shouted.

"Hah! You're probably thinking of running away if we let you go, but that's not going to happen." Chiz raised his foot and kicked Miguel again.

Out of all five of them, everyone was determined to take Miguel to the police because his crime had hurt too many people already. Even Brandon agreed.

With that, they headed to the town's police station. Brandon drove Miguel's boat.

As for Karlos, he texted Mrs. Wanda that he might be late today… He was definitely going to be late. On top of that, he hadn't earned any money at all.

But his testimony was needed, so he had to go to the police station.

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Miguel didn't have a choice but to sell his boat.

He had been determined to leave Gloria, his old saggy wife, and had slowly withdrawn money from their bank account without her knowledge, thinking he could rebuild his life quietly. However, Gloria discovered Miguel's infidelity, which made things worse.

He couldn't touch the bank account anymore because Gloria blocked every possible route. When he went back to their house to talk to her a second time, his son kicked him out, refusing to hear a single excuse.

They were not officially divorced, it was a common situation in the country, especially for families without the resources to process legal papers.

Now that Miguel was going to have another child, his girlfriend convinced him to sell the boat to save money for her pregnancy, saying they needed to think long-term. Miguel couldn't refuse. He loved her too much. After selling the mid-size boat, he bought a second-hand small boat. His conversation with Karlos had made him confident that trapping crabs was profitable.

But he was wrong. He realized that trapping crabs was tiring but not profitable. Only a few people could earn a good income from it. He even thought of sailing farther to fish for salmon, but it was too dangerous for a small boat to travel far from shore, and he didn't want to risk capsizing. He wasn't like Karlos, who knew good fishing spots close to shore.

Because he was desperate to earn money, he resorted to stealing catch from other fishermen's traps. He sold the stolen crabs in his village instead of the fish port, so no one would recognize them.

Miguel was confident in his instinct to sense danger, so he survived weeks without getting caught, moving silently and striking quickly. But last night, he drank with his new "brother-in-law" and got drunk to the point that his instinct failed him completely.

When he pulled up someone's trap and grabbed the catch, a boat suddenly appeared from behind a mangrove tree before he could escape. Miguel immediately started his engine, panicking when he heard people yelling. Because it was dark and he was wearing a cap, he was confident no one would recognize him. As for his second-hand boat, he could repaint it or sell it later, as long as he stayed unidentified.

Unfortunately for him, that plan never happened. The other boat closed the distance quickly, and someone jumped into his boat, catching him off guard and ruining his escape.

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Jun-Jun, Chiz, and Erap had been waiting for the thief for days, but he was hard to catch. Instead of targeting their traps, he would steal from others, leaving them frustrated.

The thief seemed skilled. The mangrove area was long and wide, and three men couldn't monitor everything, no matter how determined they were. Other fishermen also tried laying ambushes, but they always failed, as if the thief could smell danger.

With hundreds of boats traveling through the mangroves daily, it was impossible to pinpoint the culprit. They needed to catch him in the act.

Jun-Jun and Erap had been monitoring their section for days and still couldn't find him. It was like the thief had a sixth sense.

But that night, while Jun-Jun was sleepy and tired, Erap patted his shoulder, signaling that someone was approaching. Jun-Jun's alertness immediately returned.

Because it was dark, they couldn't recognize the fisherman. With so many boats passing every day, it was impossible to know all of them. Also, the man wore a cap, making it even harder to identify him.

Miguel looked around, making sure no one was nearby, trusting his drunken instinct. Still groggy from the hangover, he failed to sense danger.

He grabbed the first trap and pulled it up. Jun-Jun was livid, Miguel had stolen from him, and he had waited days for this moment.

Without hesitation, Erap started his engine and sped toward the thief's boat.

"Thief!" Jun-Jun yelled to alert Chiz, who was monitoring another part of the mangroves so they could corner the culprit from different directions.

When Miguel realized he had been discovered, he immediately started his engine to escape. His boat had a 15-horsepower engine, normally used for mid-size bangkas, giving him a slight advantage. His boat was fast.

But because Erap reacted earlier, he quickly closed the distance.

Jun-Jun, determined to punish the thief, made the dangerous decision to jump into Miguel's boat. He steeled himself and successfully leaped aboard.

The rest was history.

Bruised and battered, Miguel was brought to the police station along with the fishermen who were raising their voices, releasing the frustration they had bottled up for days. Jun-Jun and the others made sure the other crab trappers knew about Miguel's crime. Some fishermen even ended their work early just to go to the station. Karlos was there as well because he was one of the witnesses and one of the victims.

 

[Pujimaki]

Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 91


"I will pay you guys, I swear! I will pay you! I only resorted to stealing because I can't withdraw my money." Miguel, with a swollen face, looked desperate and weak as his voice trembled.

Now that many fishermen who were affected by his crime had shown up, he realized he was in a much worse situation, far worse than he ever imagined when he first stole a trap.

"Pay us? Hah!" Jun-Jun scoffed. He was the second person who suffered injuries today, and his bruises throbbed painfully. He had fought Miguel and taken several hits.

"You've been stealing from us for more than a month! Since early November, my traps have had a hard time generating income because of you! It's already the third week of December, and I've lost 25,000 pesos. Can you pay me?" Jun-Jun's frustration echoed through the room.

"I-I can!" Miguel replied, though his confidence wavered.

"Then what about me? I've lost 30,000 pesos!" another fisherman shouted.

"Mine is 16,000 pesos," someone added.

"27,000 pesos!"

"29,000 pesos!"

"83,000 pesos!'

More fishermen raised their voices and yelled about how much money they had lost over the past few weeks. As for Karlos, he stayed quiet. He had changed his fishing location early, so he didn't lose much. He had only left three traps behind, which had been sitting untouched for weeks before he decided to take everything.

At this point, Karlos felt like it was time to completely leave the mangroves since the area no longer benefited him. He decided to trap lobsters near the small island instead, believing it would secure his income. The best he could earn from trapping crabs and prawns was 7,000 pesos, while trapping spiny lobsters earned him around 25,000 pesos on average. A massive difference that made the choice obvious.

When Miguel heard the rising complaints, his confidence slowly crumbled. His savings amounted to just 1.2 million pesos.

Fishing was never simple. Back when Miguel owned a mid-size bangka, he and his team traveled far from the shore to meet their daily quota. Their expenses were huge, especially fuel, ice, drinking water, and canned goods, all of which drained money quickly.

On top of that, they had to stay out at sea for four to five days to catch enough fish. Traveling far from shore gave them a better chance to catch prized fish like tuna and groupers. They didn't have a choice, returning early meant losing profit. Each trip cost about 40,000 pesos, and Miguel also had to pay his workers. His profit per trip capped at around 50,000 pesos.

Fortunately, their region was blessed with abundant salmon and tuna every November and December. This was the prosperity season when boat owners could earn millions if they were skilled and lucky. Unfortunately for Miguel, he failed to capitalize on this blessing because he had already sold his mid-size bangka before the season even began.

Miguel thought he could pay the fishermen, but as he listened to their losses, he realized he might lose all of his savings and still fail to satisfy everyone.

Amid Miguel's racing thoughts, the truth was that many fishermen were lying. Some doubled the amount they had lost, shameless ones even tripled it, taking advantage of the chaos and hoping Miguel would pay regardless.

He tightly shut his mouth, fearing anything he said would only make things worse.

Karlos felt it was time to return to the beach now that the situation was resolved. He and Brandon had already testified and were no longer needed. Miguel had confessed, and he would face the consequences.

They returned to the beach at 8 a.m., far later than usual. By the time they finished fishing, it was already 4 p.m. They were extremely late today.

While they were gone, Miguel's wife, Gloria, and their son arrived at the police station, both furious. A heated argument erupted, and Miguel failed to get any of his money because Gloria refused. She left the station seething and vowed that Miguel would rot in jail.

Then Miguel's pregnant girlfriend appeared. He thought she came to help him, but she only brought devastation. She revealed that Miguel was not the father of her child and that she had only used him for money. She even thanked him for selling his mid-size boat, saying she could now travel to the capital to meet the real father because of the money. Then she left, abandoning Miguel completely.

Miguel was dumbfounded, unable to process the layered betrayal. In a single day, he lost everything, his wealth, his family, and his dignity. His expression was so empty and broken that he looked like he had aged into his 60s. It was the worst day of his life.

Since Miguel couldn't pay the fishermen, he had no choice but to accept his punishment. Guilty of his crime, he was sentenced to three years in prison.

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"You're very late."

Maya pouted at Karlos with a mix of worry and annoyance. If not for the text message Mrs. Wanda received, Maya would have been extremely anxious.

The couple was eating dinner. The twins were asleep, giving them some rare peace. As much as they loved the twins, both parents admitted they were naughty and exhausting to look after, endlessly energetic.

"We discovered the thief and went to the police station."

"You didn't explain anything in your text. So what exactly happened?"

Maya was curious. Like many fishermen, she despised the thief. Their income had suffered because of him.

"It was Miguel."

"What!?" Maya was shocked. "You mean Gloria's husband? But I thought he was a boat owner? Why would he resort to stealing? He can just fish for salmon and earn millions."

"I don't know much. I heard he sold his boat."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"Karlos, you're terrible at telling gossip. I'm disappointed in you." Maya clicked her tongue. She wanted details, but her husband only kept saying he didn't know.

"Once we get back to the beachside, I'll ask Reina." Gossip was one of Maya's favorite pastimes, and Reina was the best source of neighborhood stories.

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Days passed, and December 25, 2000, arrived. It was Children's Blessed Day. The history of this holiday was well known worldwide.

Thousands of years ago, a massive pandemic struck, affecting only children. A group of mages discovered that a High Lich, a powerful undead, had been siphoning children's mana to destroy the world, using their energy as fuel.

The mages stopped the catastrophe and defeated the High Lich. From then on, the day children were liberated became known as Children's Blessed Day.

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[Pujimaki]

Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 92


"Happy Children's Blessed Day!"

The young kids, ranging from 4 to 10 years old, rang the villa's doorbell while gripping their small coin pouches.

When they saw a couple watching their twins playing at the open annex, the children greeted them with bright voices filled with excitement.

Today was the celebration of the eradication of the High Lich that almost conquered the world. Since then, December 25 had become a holiday.

Karlos was a bit surprised that December 25 was also a holiday in Thera, though the meaning behind it was different. The coincidence amused him.

When the children saw Karlos and Maya, they immediately sensed that this year might be different. The couple looked kind and generous. Last year, they only received 1 peso each from the old maid. It seemed the owners of the villa had been away in Bay Harbor at the time.

These children were not from this neighborhood. This area was simply their first stop because most residents in this part of town were considered wealthy. The children came from the eastern and southern sides of town, where middle-class and lower-class families lived.

Since this neighborhood was full of expensive-looking houses, the kids understood they could earn more money here. That alone motivated them to visit every gate.

They had already visited seven houses. Two did not open their doors, while the remaining five gave them at least 5 pesos each. They were thrilled.

Karlos and Maya noticed the children waiting by the gate, their hopeful gazes tugging at the couple's hearts.

Arabella, the most active and mischievous twin, grinned widely and excitedly rolled toward the children in her baby walker. The wheels made her surprisingly fast as she reached toward them with her tiny hands.

Iñigo narrowed his eyes at the older kids, observing them cautiously. Unlike his sister, he stayed close to his parents.

Maya followed Arabella to make sure she didn't bump into anything.

"Hehe!" The little girl waved her doll proudly, showing it off with innocent triumph.

When the youngest girl in the group saw Arabella's toy, she felt a pang of jealousy. She rarely owned toys. She had joined her cousins today to earn money… hoping she could finally buy something soft and pretty. Spoiler alert: her mother would take the money later, as usual.

Maya counted the children, five in total, all wearing dusty slippers. She opened her pouch and pulled out a crisp 20-peso bill.

The children froze in shock as she counted five 20-peso bills and gave each kid one.

"Thank you, Doña!"

They bowed their heads politely and thanked Maya, moved by her generosity.

"Doña?" This was the first time Maya had ever been called that. She had never been rich, so the title felt strange.

Maya gently guided Arabella back to the annex to keep her away from the sun.

"They probably thought you're the owner of this villa," Karlos chuckled, sipping his beer and feeling relaxed.

"It's early in the morning and you're already drinking alcohol?"

"It's a holiday. It's meant to be celebrated," he said confidently.

"Children should celebrate, not adults."

"Well, most industries are closed today, and only a few private companies are operating. That means even the government and the companies agree today is a rest day for adults." Karlos reasoned, trying to sound logical.

"You're not employed by a company."

"You want me to work then?" he teased.

"Nope. Stay here with me."

It was rare for Karlos to have a rest day, and Maya wanted to spend these precious moments with him and the kids.

She leaned her head on Karlos's shoulder as they watched their two adorable children giggle and play.

"Arabella is really outgoing, while Iñigo is quiet and never interacts with strangers," Maya murmured.

"That's a good thing. At least we know Iñigo would never trust a stranger. As for Arabella… she might easily get kidnapped—ouch."

"Don't jinx it!" Maya slapped his thigh.

"My fault," Karlos admitted quickly.

"We have to teach the kids to never trust strangers and not accept food from them."

Today was Children's Blessed Day, and kids received money from strangers. But they never accepted candies or food because parents always warned them. Children also walked in groups so no one would get kidnapped. Some parents even accompanied them for safety.

Since Arabella and Iñigo were still babies, the couple felt they were too young to join the money-gathering tradition.

A few minutes later, a group of seven kids appeared and politely asked for money. Today was a rare chance for kids to earn, and they wanted to maximize their profits before noon.

Just like last time, Maya gave each child a brand new crisp 20-peso bill. She and Karlos had withdrawn plenty of 20-peso bills for this day. Since this year had been abundant for them, they decided to give back to the community by gifting children 20 pesos each as a small gesture of gratitude.

When the kids received the fresh bills, they smiled brightly and thanked Maya.

"Thank you, Doña! Thank you, Don!"

They even thanked Karlos from afar as he lifted his beer slightly in acknowledgment.

Maya still wasn't used to being addressed as Doña.

"I think I know why they're calling you Doña. It's probably because you gave them 20 pesos."

That amount was already big, even for adults. You could buy 1 kilogram of rice with 20 pesos, which mattered a lot for many families.

"... Should we… lower the money then?" Maya hesitated.

Karlos laughed at her dilemma, finding her adorable.

"It's alright. We already decided to give the kids 20 pesos. Besides, we don't have a lot of coins."

Maya had around 150 pieces of 20-peso bills, meaning they withdrew a total of 3,000 pesos. A small amount compared to how much they earned this year. They felt blessed, as their bank balance had already exceeded 3 million pesos.

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[Pujimaki]

Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 93


Recalling the amount, the couple couldn't help but smile. Even though their town was not a city, it was one of the richest towns in the region because of its amazing location. Many fishermen in their town were millionaires, boat owners who capitalized on the salmon and tuna season which brought massive profits during the cold months.

As for the fishermen workers, their lives stayed the same because their salaries were fixed. Only boat owners could become rich, a sad truth.

Fortunately, even though Karlos had a small bangka, he also earned a nice amount this season. His fishing location was abundant with salmon and other fish, making every trip worthwhile.

He heard from crab trappers that their earnings didn't fluctuate much during this season. They couldn't travel far and they didn't know any good fishing locations, leaving them with limited options.

If they knew about Karlos' earnings, they would probably go crazy with jealousy. Of course, Karlos and Brandon were quiet about it. They didn't talk much about their earnings to avoid unnecessary attention. And when curious fishermen asked how they could fish for salmon, they just lied and told them that they explored farther from the shore to catch fish.

So far, no one had discovered their fishing location, which was a great thing.

More kids showed up to ask for money, and Maya slowly became numb from being called Doña. She didn't even own a mansion, so how could she become a Doña?

Around 8 am, Joseph and his family arrived. They promised that they would visit today, which was the reason why Maya and Karlos were staying outside to welcome them with warm smiles.

"..."

Joseph and Penelope were speechless when they saw the villa, unable to process its grandeur. They had only caught a glimpse of this place but never the inside. Even Gavin and Venus were surprised.

"... Karlos, are you sure you're not from a rich family?" Joseph curiously asked Karlos.

"If I were rich, I wouldn't have lived in the fish port for months." Karlos was a bit tipsy because of the early drink. He recalled the hard times when he had to look for a dry spot in the always-wet fish port just to sleep. It was fortunate that the fish port was open 24/7. There were times when the guards would prevent him from sleeping in the fish port, and Karlos had to sleep in front of a closed shop. Life was tough back then, and he never forgot it.

"You have a point."

"Anyway, you asked me about the wine cellar... How about I take you there? Mrs. Wanda said that I'm allowed to take a guest there."

Karlos refrained from saying that he also received approval to taste every wine, even the expensive ones. Today, he planned to entertain his brother-in-law by opening a bit of expensive wine, the one that cost 10,000 pesos.

Maya and Penelope rolled their eyes as the two men laughed out loud, already acting like teenagers.

"Auntie, you said that this villa has a pool, can I swim there?" Gavin asked with anticipation.

"No wonder you have a bag, you prepared spare clothes." Maya chuckled and led them to the swimming pool.

They already received approval from Mrs. Wanda that they were allowed to accept guests. In fact, Mrs. Wanda was confused that the couple was asking for approval. They were the masters of this villa for at least half a year, even if they didn't fully embrace the title.

Mrs. Wanda and the two maids busied themselves in the kitchen, preparing dishes for the guests. When they heard that the guests had arrived, they had to accommodate them at their best as part of their service.

Penelope and her two children were excited. They had heard that the villa had a swimming pool. Una Town was exactly next to the sea and almost every kid knew how to swim because it was part of their lifestyle.

However, swimming in a beach and swimming in a pool were two different things. For Gavin and Venus, this would be the first time they would swim in a pool, a moment they would surely remember.

At first, Penelope was against it. She knew that Karlos and Maya were just guests who lived in the villa for the time being, and she didn't want them to overstep. They were not the owners of this place. It was too much if they used the swimming pool.

Just like Penelope, Maya was also against using the pool at first. But when she talked to Karlos regarding this topic, her shameless husband asked Mrs. Wanda if they could invite their relatives and use the pool, surprising Maya completely.

Maya was speechless at that time and felt strong shame. Fortunately, Mrs. Wanda had no problem with it and even encouraged it.

"Wow! It's beautiful!"

Venus was starstruck as she saw a wide pool, clear and stunning, reflecting the sunlight. Even Gavin was so happy to see a swimming pool for the first time. He had only seen one in movies and TV shows, never imagining he'd swim in one.

"Auntie, I want to swim." Gavin looked at his aunt, asking for permission.

Maya smiled and rubbed his hair, "Of course you can."

"Cool!"

"Before you swim, take off your shirt. It will be less trouble if your shorts are the only wet ones," Penelope reminded him.

Gavin took off his shirt while Venus kept hers; she was an elementary student and should be mindful of things, as reminded by her mother.

When Gavin and Venus swam around, the twins were also interested in swimming, watching them with fascination. They had been longing to try this beautiful and huge "bathtub", but their parents rarely took them here to play around, even though the place was wide. Karlos and Maya were scared that the kids would go to the pool without someone guarding them, especially since they were curious.

Even though the villa was huge, the twins mostly spent their time in the bedroom or in the annex where it was safer. They rarely visited the garden, swimming pool, kitchen, living room, or even the dining room. The twins wanted to try something new.

"Mama, Me." Arabella pulled the hem of her mother's shirt, gesturing to swim with hopeful eyes. Her small hands were copying her cousin's movement in the water, the swimming arm stroke.

Unfortunately, Maya shook her head. She believed that her kids were still too young to try swimming, maybe when they were 2 years old, she could let them swim. Besides, there was a beach near their house, and they would learn how to swim one way or another like all local kids.

"You're still young," Maya said to Arabella.

The little girl, having no idea what that meant, was confused and tilted her head.

"Mama?" She pointed at the swimming pool, then gestured her arms to make a swimming stroke.

"No."

"Bah!" With that single word that Arabella understood, she learned that her mother was against her going swimming. She slapped her baby walker in disappointment.

 

[Pujimaki]

Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 94


While Arabella was having tantrums by slapping her baby walker, Iñigo was slowly creeping close to the swimming pool, showing his growing curiosity.

"Nope, you won't get away, young man." Maya prevented him from going into the pool while trying to sound stern despite wanting to laugh.

"You don't easily trust strangers, but you have a strong curiosity about unique things... And I thought I could trust you not to get kidnapped. What if the kidnappers offered you a unique toy? Would you accept it?" Maya was disappointed.

"Bah!"

When Iñigo realized that his intention had been discovered, just like his twin sister, the little boy also slapped his baby walker in disappointment.

"We can let them swim in the kiddie pool, and we will guard them," Penelope advised Maya, hoping to lift the twins' spirits. Her nephew and niece were too pitiful, and she felt soft-hearted seeing them sad.

Maya looked at the smaller pool that was meant for children who couldn't swim, observing the shallow water carefully.

After thinking about it, she agreed, unable to resist their pleading eyes. She also couldn't help but pamper her adorable twins. Their happiness mattered to her.

The two women took care of the twins while Gavin and Venus were having a swimming competition. They even wagered their money that they earned today.

Arabella and Iñigo were now "swimming" in the pool, with Maya and Penelope holding them, keeping them safe at all times. They just let them soak in the water while not letting their heads get wet, the chlorine could hurt their eyes. Still, this experience was enough for the twins. They were happy and splashing gently.

A few minutes later, Mrs. Wanda and the two maids brought them snacks, fresh and nicely arranged. Maya and Penelope thanked them and were a bit shy, but the kids didn't bother with shame, they were happy that food had arrived.

Arabella, in particular, was satisfied with her mother feeding her while soaking in the pool, feeling pampered and content. Perhaps this was the real deal, becoming rich might be her dream even if she didn't understand money yet. This moment would stay in her memory forever as one of her earliest happy experiences.

Of course, Maya and Penelope had nice conversations. Penelope brought some interesting gossip that entertained Maya for hours.

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While the mothers were having their own moment, Karlos and Joseph were sipping and appreciating the taste of wine, trying to look sophisticated.

Joseph was dumbfounded when he saw how big the wine cellar was and how cold it felt inside. On top of that, it was filled with different kinds of alcohol, from cheap bottles to rare vintages.

The two were not shameless enough to try the expensive ones, they tried stuff that was within their earning budget, such as champagne and wine that were under 10,000 pesos... Still expensive though, and they drank slowly to savor it.

The two men laughed and savored the taste of expensive wine. As for the ones that cost 6 digits, they were scared of trying it.

That day, many children pushed the doorbell of the villa to ask for money, taking advantage of the holiday spirit. Unfortunately, only those who arrived earlier received 20 pesos, while the late ones only received 1 peso from Mrs. Wanda.

When afternoon came, it was time for Joseph and his family to leave, carrying their bags and gifts. Before leaving, Maya secretly gave Gavin and Venus 100 pesos, which shocked them to the core. The two kids looked at each other with understanding, they would never tell their parents about how much their Auntie gave them. Unfortunately, Penelope still got the money and promised to buy them school supplies instead, ruining their plans to buy toys.

Of course, Penelope also gave the twins money, which was 100 pesos each, showing her affection. Arabella had no idea why her Auntie gave her a paper, thinking it was a toy. She almost put it in her mouth out of curiosity, but Maya stopped her, telling her that money was dirty and shouldn't be eaten. Arabella pouted in confusion.

Next time, Joseph and Penelope promised to visit them to celebrate the twins' birthday in January.

With that, the holiday ended. Karlos and Maya thanked Mrs. Wanda for letting them invite their relatives and have fun in the swimming pool, feeling grateful for her kindness. The old woman shrugged, it was not a problem at all since she enjoyed seeing the villa lively. For the whole time the Alejandro family was living in the villa, the family was the master of the place. Mrs. Wanda was just doing her job.

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Brandon was a bit solemn today. He was standing at the shore with the old styrofoam box next to him. The longline fishing line was coiled over the styrofoam with the hooks orderly attached, showing his neat preparation.

The New Year arrived two days ago and it was a whole celebration. A lot of people were happy as 2001 was the start of a new century and millennium.

However, Brandon couldn't help but sigh lately. He was on edge, but he was also afraid to ask Karlos, worried about the answer he might hear.

Yesterday, they sailed to the fishing spot hoping to catch salmon. However, they only caught two salmon, and it was a clear sign that the salmon season had ended.

Karlos said that he would hire Brandon for a month to take advantage of the salmon season, and it was a victory that exceeded his expectations.

Using Brandon's earnings of 125,000 pesos, he confirmed that Karlos earned more than 2 million pesos from catching salmon. Brandon didn't feel jealous, as he knew that the more Karlos earned, the more Brandon would also earn.

His current job was different from his last job where he could only earn 700 pesos daily. The fact that he could earn more than 6 digits in a month was something he was happy about. He even bought a cellphone and a television, which made his parents happy and proud of him. They didn't know how much money he earned, but it was probably a lot considering that he bought expensive items.

Anyway, Brandon was scared that he would lose his job now that the salmon season was done, and he felt anxious about his future.

'At least I saved some money in case of an emergency...'

His thoughts were disturbed as he saw a small boat approaching the beach, signaling the start of their fishing job.

Once the boat was closer, Brandon stepped into the slightly less cold water to reach it.

"No matter how many times I witness it, I'm still impressed by how you can act nonchalant despite the cold," Karlos said his opinion.

"I'm a fisherman so it's nothing to me."

"I'm also a fisherman."

"A rookie fisherman," Brandon reminded him with a tease.

Karlos shrugged and used the crank handle to start the boat once again.

Just like Brandon, Karlos was also thinking about their partnership.

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[Pujimaki]

Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 95


The boat gradually reached the small island, the size of a basketball court. They had been trapping lobsters around this island, but they had actually never stepped on the island, simply because they focused more on fishing and never had any reason to explore further.

As for the three remaining traps that Karlos left in the mangrove area, he took them all and put them around the island, hoping for a more consistent harvest.

Even though the thief was already caught and no more stolen catch had been happening in the mangroves, Karlos felt like there was no reason to trap crabs now that he had bigger opportunities ahead. He appreciated all of the resources he acquired from the mangroves and he would never forget his profession as a crab trapper. However, he knew that he had to step up for the sake of a better future. Trapping crabs was not enough anymore.

He realized that his profit from trapping crabs was indeed substantial, but it was not enough to satisfy the dreams he had. He wanted to work so that his family wouldn't have financial problems and so they could live comfortably.

A few months ago, his daily earnings only amounted to 4 to 5,000 pesos, which for him was not enough to give his family a good life.

He was being greedy, and he admitted that. So he fully decided to focus on trapping spiny lobsters instead. The fact that he could earn around 20,000 pesos per sail by catching lobsters spoke for itself.

"I wonder what's on the island..." Brandon muttered while looking at the island that they gradually circled around.

"Probably seabirds and small trees. It's not really a big landmass," Karlos answered while steering the boat.

The two had already collected 17 lobsters from 13 traps. After the first sessions of a bountiful harvest, catching lobsters gradually decreased to 18 lobsters on average.

After losing some traps because of the typhoon last month, Karlos made new traps and returned to 15 traps again.

Sometimes, a trap couldn't even catch a single lobster, while sometimes a trap caught 2 or 3 lobsters. Still, for Brandon and Karlos, it wasn't really devastating. Eighteen spiny lobsters were already a good amount, more than what most fishermen hauled daily. In fact, Brandon was amazed because their daily catch was never bad. The lowest amount they caught was 15 lobsters, and they already earned 14,000 pesos with that amount.

Really, it wasn't bad at all.

"This is the last trap," Brandon huffed and hauled the trap. He was surprised and grinned when he saw that they caught 3 lobsters. However...

"There's an eel, let me handle it." Brandon meticulously threw the thrashing eel back into the sea. Eels were dangerous as they had sharp teeth that could bite flesh and leave nasty wounds.

"Have you ever seen an electric eel?" Karlos asked Brandon, who was the veteran here.

"Electric eel? Of course. Vicente got electrocuted once when we were hauling the trawling net. Fortunately, he immediately let go of the eel so he didn't receive much damage."

Karlos recalled Vicente, who was a decade older than him. Just like Brandon, Vicente was a poor fisherman who only earned 700 pesos as a worker on a boat. Now that their boat was destroyed by the typhoon last month, Vicente was also working at the fish port as a porter, enduring long hours of hauling just to earn something.

Karlos experienced working as a porter and a fisherman, for him, being a porter was tougher but less dangerous. It was more tiring to carry baskets and push heavy carts all day long, especially under the harsh sun.

'I guess Brandon doesn't want to return to being a porter. Also, boat owners had stopped hiring workers since the salmon and tuna season had ended.' Karlos concluded, fully understanding Brandon's situation.

He glanced at Brandon who was counting the spiny lobsters. Most of the work had been on Brandon, and Karlos was only responsible for navigating the boat, yet Brandon didn't show any resentment nor any sign of slowing down. He was always active and appreciated the opportunity to earn money.

For Brandon, now that he had a 5% profit share, he understood that if he worked harder, he would also earn more. At least this was better than being a simple worker who earned a constant amount of money, with no clue of improving in life.

"We caught 20 spiny lobsters," Brandon announced, another good harvest for today.

"Nice," Karlos nodded.

After that, the boat returned to their fishing spot to haul in the long line that they had left earlier, hoping for at least a decent catch.

Brandon took responsibility for buying bait, and he never asked for money from Karlos again. He excused that buying bait was not expensive and he could shoulder it. This was his way of showing that he was a reliable person, even going through spending his own money.

Karlos said that he should buy the cheapest fish and Brandon naturally agreed. He usually bought half a kilogram of sardines, which cost him 20 pesos, practically nothing compared to what he earned every sail, so he didn't mind at all. If he continued working with Karlos, he had no problem buying baits as long as the partnership stayed stable.

They saw the floating styrofoam, the first end of the long line bobbing gently in the waves. Karlos stopped the boat a few feet away from the styrofoam and Brandon used a wooden stick to pull it closer.

Brandon nervously pulled the long line one hook at a time. They caught 47 fish, consisting of milkfish, medium-length squid, and a few different fish, with most of them milkfish and squid.

When Brandon grabbed the last hook and the end line, he bitterly smiled. As expected, the salmon season had ended, removing their biggest source of income. It seemed that this amazing part-time job was going to end.

"Let's return," Karlos said, accepting the reality calmly.

At the fish port, they earned 16,800 pesos selling 20 spiny lobsters.

They also earned 4,200 pesos from the fish they caught with the long line, an amount that Brandon already expected. Forty-seven fish was not a lot, especially if the fish varied in sizes and prices. It was hard for a small boat to earn money through fishing, unless luck was on their side.

When the two reached the beach, Karlos gave his share and Brandon accepted it. Today, they earned 21,000 pesos exactly, and Brandon earned 1,500 pesos, twice his usual daily salary in Davis's boat.

"..." Brandon was silent the whole time, waiting for the verdict.

"I'm thinking of continuing our partnership," Karlos muttered after weighing everything carefully.

"Huh!?"

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Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 96


Brandon was surprised and didn't expect the good news. He stared at Karlos with shock, trying to process the moment.

"Dude, you're not joking, right?" His voice trembled slightly.

"Do I look like I'm joking? Besides, I calculated the time and profit, and it's not a loss if I continue hiring you. Unless you don't want to work with me."

"Working with you is better than working on another boat or being a porter. I don't have to swim into the ocean and check the nets, I don't have to stay in the middle of nowhere for five days, and it's less strenuous than carrying baskets and pushing carts. If I work with you, I have more free time. Even fixing the longline is not that tough compared to my past jobs. On top of that, I earn more with you."

Brandon showed all of his cards, and he was honest about his struggles. He could trust Karlos. For him, earning 1,500 pesos today was a satisfying relief. He knew how tough life could be, and reality itself was a punishing fact. Earning money was never easy, especially for someone like him who didn't even finish Elementary. At least working with Karlos was better than any job he had experienced.

"I'm happy to hear that I can help you. Well then, let's go to the shore, I have to recheck the progress of my house."

Karlos docked the small boat at the beach, paying the teenagers there to look after his boat, a routine he had grown used to. These teenagers were mostly boys who ranged from 14 to 17 years old. Some were playing on the beach, some were gambling under the coconut trees, and some were swimming in the water. Most of them had stopped going to school because they didn't like studying or simply couldn't afford it.

When Karlos and Brandon walked together, Brandon was carrying the styrofoam box filled with a tangled long line. Fortunately, his father always helped him fix it, saving him many hours of work.

"Hey, Karlos, I rarely see you here. Looks like you guys earned a fortune." Andres greeted the two with a grin and teased them.

"What? You miss me?" Karlos teased.

"Bullshit."

The three laughed, enjoying the brief moment. They had a short conversation before going their separate ways. Brandon had to return to their house to fix the long line, while Karlos had to inspect the construction of their house, eager to see whether any progress was made.

Andres looked at the two with complicated eyes, but he was also happy they were doing great.

'... Fishing is not for me, not anymore.' Andres shook his head, erasing his thoughts. He knew himself better than anyone and accepted his limits.

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Karlos yawned as he carried his belongings to the villa. He admitted that he was a bit sleepy, he might have to take a rest this afternoon.

He didn't bother pushing the doorbell. Instead, Karlos opened the metal door next to the gate. Foster only opened the gate for cars. He had a key to open the door which made things easier.

"Papa!"

When Karlos arrived, his sleepy self regained energy when he saw his twins approaching him with excitement.

He put down his belongings in the garage and hugged the twins, lifting them off the ground.

"Did you miss Papa?"

"Yes!"

"Hehe!"

No matter how tough it was, with just a simple smile from Arabella and Iñigo, all of Karlos's fatigue was gone. His motivation to work hard was for them, to make sure that he would see them smile and live with joy and fulfilment.

"Where's my hug at?"

Maya shot a playful glare and Karlos hugged her and kissed her forehead, feeling grateful for her presence.

"I miss you, my lovely wife."

"I know you always miss me."

"How about you, you miss me too?"

"We meet each other every day, what kind of question is that?"

Karlos hugged her tighter and playfully bit her ear, which made Maya squeal in surprise, her cheeks turning slightly red.

"Alright, I admit, I miss you too. Are you happy now?"

"Repeat it again."

"Geez, Karlos, I miss you." She hugged his neck and stuck her face closer to his, feeling shy but happy.

"That's better." He chuckled. If this small romantic gesture happened in their room while the kids were sleeping, they might have done the shaboinking already, no hesitation at all.

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That night, Karlos and Maya were at the table, with a notebook, banknotes, and money spread across it.

The twins were already sleeping after a nice dinner that had made them full. Their bed had railings on both sides, perfect for protecting the kids since they moved a lot while sleeping.

"My favorite drama is going to start, let's finish our calculation," Maya said.

Maya pushed some numbers on the calculator. When she confirmed the total, she couldn't help but grin in happiness. Sometimes, she was shocked at how easy life could be compared to her earlier years. Or maybe she was being delusional.

When she turned 18 and became an adult, Maya realized that life was not easy at all, and making money was hard. She never thought she would reach the point where she would have millions in her bank account. Of course, if she sold all of her properties, she could probably earn millions, but that was a different thing.

Right now, the family had liquid funds ready for withdrawal whenever they needed them, a safety net she was deeply grateful for.

4.2 million pesos!

For many people, that amount was impossible to acquire even after years of working.

'No wonder my parents earned a lot when Papa was still alive. Even though being a fisherman is tough, the money they earn is substantial.' Maya thought to herself, remembering her father fondly.

However, she forgot that their province was probably the only place in the country where mid-sized bangka could earn millions despite its size. The reason was simple: the salmon and tuna season in their region. This was the only reason why fishermen there earned a lot of money. In many parts of the country, earning millions was tough unless they had bigger boats and could travel farther into the ocean, which required heavy investment.

In fact, many boat owners traveled to their region around November and December just to catch salmon and tuna.

They were lucky that they lived in the best part of the country where being a fisherman was a valid profession to earn money and build a stable future.

"4.2 million pesos... This is incomparable to what I earned in 1999, back when you were still pregnant." Karlos was speechless, staring at the number again.

"Of course it's different, you didn't have the chance to catch a lot of salmon at that time. You were focused more on trapping crabs," Maya reminded him. She was smiling the whole time, feeling proud of how far they'd come.

 

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Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 97


"We still have a 700,000-peso balance to pay the construction company."

"Around April or May, we will settle the remaining balance and have our own house."

Both of them were happy. Even though they would get taxed in April, it didn't matter because they had already prepared themselves mentally... They couldn't do anything about it anyway. Being honest citizens, they had to abide by the law, although the 30% tax was truly a nightmare.

Once they were done calculating their money, the couple watched the Telenovela that Maya followed every weekday.

Maya sat in Karlos's lap, feeling his warmth, hugging his neck as the two spent their alone time in silence, treasuring the quiet after the kids went to sleep.

Once the Telenovela ended, Maya turned off the TV and returned to Karlos's embrace, wanting to savor a few more minutes of intimacy.

She gently caressed his face with her thumbs, looking at him lovingly, as if memorizing his features all over again.

"You're growing a beard." She brushed the short, growing hair on his chin with a playful smile.

"Hm," Karlos responded.

"Should we shave your beard?"

"What do you prefer? Do you want your husband with a beard or clean-shaven? Your opinion matters most."

"I already saw you with a beard."

"I'm handsome, right?"

Maya playfully slapped his shoulder. She admitted that Karlos was attractive when he had a beard. At that time, Karlos was still living at the fish port and rarely had the chance to shave. He looked mature and charismatic, and there were even moments when old women flirted with him...

However, Maya preferred him clean-shaven. He looked neat and handsome, the version she personally adored.

"Let's shave them tomorrow. It's already late," she answered while still sitting in his lap, feeling comfortable.

"I'll let you shave me, but I'll also shave you." He winked at her, making Maya roll her eyes.

"No funny business. Besides, I'm hairless and smooth. You know it better than me, so stop pretending otherwise."

"I'm just teasing you." Karlos chuckled and enjoyed her reaction.

The two giggled, staring into each other's eyes.

"Your deep blue eyes, they are like the ocean..." Maya weakly sighed. "I wish the twins inherited your eyes, or at least one of them, because your eyes are truly special."

"You're still sad about it? It's been a year."

"Of course, your eyes are truly beautiful. I'm sad that none of the kids inherited the color of your eyes."

The twins' eye color didn't really matter, Maya would love them regardless.

"For me, I prefer your crimson eyes. I'm happy that Arabella and Iñigo got your eyes. They are like rubies."

Arabella and Iñigo had black hair, which they got from Karlos, while their crimson eyes were from Maya.

Maya was sad because her red eyes sometimes appeared as red as blood. It reminded her of the color of blood. Of course, she didn't hate her eyes, she just preferred Karlos's blue ocean eyes because they gave her peace.

"Well, if you have a problem with it. How about we make another baby, perhaps he or she will inherit my blue eyes? What do you think, just consider the possibility?"

Karlos pulled her closer, his hands on her ass, squeezing gently. Maya smirked at his boldness.

"Not so fast, Papi. Let's wait till the twins are 5 years old. You don't want your lovely wife to get stressed taking care of three babies, do you?"

"As you wish, my love."

Even though the idea of having another child was adorable, both of them understood that taking care of a new baby right now would be a disaster. Even Arabella's naughtiness was already a headache.

As for Maya's dream of having a child with blue ocean eyes like Karlos, that could wait until life became easier.

The couple stared at each other. Maya started with a short kiss that soon turned into a full-blown passionate kiss filled with tenderness and longing.

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Three days later, on January 5, 2001, Karlos returned to the Bay Harbor. It had been three days since he and Brandon agreed to continue their partnership, a decision they both felt confident about.

So far, their profit had never dropped below 20,000 pesos, which was a welcome surprise, proving that their business was stable.

'20,000 pesos is already a monthly salary to many people. In this era, earning 20,000 pesos per month is already categorized as a middle-class worker.' Karlos thought.

The fact that he could earn over 20,000 pesos for three days straight was a blessing.

'Does that mean that my family and I are about middle-class then, at least based on income?' Karlos wondered.

Well, the fact that they had the money to build an L-shaped house for about 2 million pesos was a testament to their status... He might be in the upper bracket of middle class.

Boat owners in the Timog-Kanluran province had it better compared to many other fishermen.

As he gradually reached the bay harbor, Karlos was stunned as he saw a huge yacht docked in the harbor. It was 50 meters long, a giant up close, towering over every other vessel.

"Isn't this the yacht that I sold my catch to last year?" Karlos didn't expect to see the huge expensive yacht today, especially in the middle of the day.

Karlos had no idea that the owner of this yacht was Roman Alejandro. He didn't have the chance to look at the yacht owner because he had only focused on selling his catch at that time.

He curiously passed the yacht to reach the usual wooden docking station.

The bay was not originally deep, but the governor, a few decades ago, constructed a harbor and extended it into deeper water so that bigger boats could dock better, an investment that paid off in the long run. The ground that Karlos was currently stepping on was part of the sea a few decades ago.

Karlos carried his belongings and passed by many people who were curiously staring at the yacht as if seeing a mythical creature.

"That yacht is really big. I heard it's owned by a rich young guy. I saw that yacht docked in our harbor last year and it looked just as intimidating back then."

"That yacht is probably expensive. Maybe 5 million pesos?"

"5 million pesos, heh, you have no idea. That's not a yacht. With that size, it's improper to categorize it as a yacht because it's far too massive."

"So what is it then if not a yacht?"

"That's a superyacht. It costs about a billion pesos, or around $30 million if converted to dollars."

"Holy Goddess of the Ocean! That's expensive as fuck! One billion pesos? You can feed a whole city for years with that amount! And these rich people just spend it on a fucking yacht for luxury?"

"I heard the owner is a businessman. If he earned that money through honest business, then I see nothing wrong with it. But if a politician bragged about his yacht, then that's a different story and we all know why."

Karlos listened to their conversation but didn't stop walking to marvel at the beauty of the yacht because he had more important things to do.

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Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 98


As the fishermen appreciated the super yacht, the people on the yacht stepped out of it, drawing even more attention from the gathered crowd. They were wearing Hawaiian shirts with bright, floral designs.

There were three men, followed by an entourage of crew members. The three men were wearing sunglasses to protect their eyes from the harsh glare of the sun.

The people murmured as they saw the three men.

"Is that Karlos?" Larry Araneto was surprised when he saw Karlos walking and carrying some stuff, looking as if he had just finished a morning of work.

"Hey Karlos! Wait for us!"

Larry called out to him, prompting Karlos to stop.

"Larry?"

He didn't expect Larry to use a yacht. Well, Larry owned a villa, so he probably owned a yacht too.

Later, Karlos would learn that the super yacht was actually owned by Roman. Karlos narrowed his gaze and recognized Roman and Larry, but he didn't know the third person who seemed older but composed.

Just like Karlos, the other people on the harbor were also surprised when they witnessed the rich man calling out to him, causing a stir among the fishermen.

"Karlos, you know these people?"

"... Yeah, but we are not close."

Karlos was not comfortable answering because he felt like Larry had some issues that he didn't want to get involved in. But because of the upfront question, Karlos couldn't find an excuse to lie, so he kept it brief.

"We heard that you're friends with rich people and the Araneto. I guess that's true."

They started murmuring. There was a rumor circulating that Karlos was related to the Araneto family, the people who built the harbor. Many fishermen owed them a lot because the bay harbor had been a massive help to countless fishermen.

'... This won't implicate me, right?' Karlos smiled forcefully, trying to appear natural.

Larry laughed and hugged Karlos as if they were long-time friends.

"How's your day? The villa is amazing, right? I personally called Wanda and told her to take care of you."

"The villa is beautiful, I've never seen anything as wonderful as the villa," Karlos said, taken aback by how suddenly close Larry was acting.

"That's great to hear. Come, let's go to the villa and drink!" Larry laughed and walked beside him, clearly excited. With his sunglasses, Larry managed to keep his identity mostly hidden, protecting himself from unnecessary attention.

Roman commanded his crew members to help Karlos with his belongings, while the third person seemed interested in Karlos, he kept glancing at Roman with confusion.

"I know what you're thinking, no, my Dad didn't cheat," Roman said and clicked his tongue. He had even asked his father the question on the phone, and his father roared at him for thinking of something stupid, calling him ridiculous. Heneral Alejandro had never cheated on his wife. He would rather kill himself than disrespect her.

Roman explained that he only said it because he saw a guy who looked like him, but his father insisted it was a coincidence and told him never to ask such a devious question again.

"If you ever accuse me of cheating on your Mom, I will teach you a lesson. You know how scary your Mom can be, so don't ever defame me." Roman's father said, genuinely offended.

Anyway, Roman confirmed that Karlos was not related to him in any meaningful way, at most, a distant cousin because their surname was common in the region.

"Mister, let me help you," one of the crew members said.

"Ah? No, I can do this myself, I'm used to carrying heavy things."

"Sir, our young master will be mad at us if you don't let us help you. Please, let us keep our jobs. We're only doing what we're told."

"... Then, can you help me carry the boat engine too? It's still hot, so be careful." Karlos awkwardly passed the styrofoam box and other items to the crew members.

As they walked, Roman and the third guy approached Karlos. He greeted them.

"This man here is my older brother, Marcos Araneto," Larry said with a grin as he introduced his brother.

"It's nice to meet you," Marcos said, extending his hand.

"Hello," Karlos replied, shaking his hand.

"Thank you for saving my brother."

Karlos could see the sincerity in Marcos's eyes. He was grateful that Larry didn't die. Even though Larry was an asshole sometimes, erm, most of the time, he was still his beloved brother, someone he loved deeply. It would have been heartbreaking if he had died.

"I just did what's right. You don't have to thank me. Anyone would have done the same."

The four men walked together, although Karlos felt out of place because of the huge difference in their social status. The three rich men seemed to be on vacation based on their attire, while Karlos was wearing a long-sleeve shirt that smelled of sea salt, something he couldn't hide. Yet despite the difference, Karlos's charisma was enough to offset his plain appearance. The four men looked astonishing and attractive. Some women in the harbor even looked at them with great interest.

"I wonder if they prepared something for us," Larry said.

"You only contacted the people in the villa half an hour ago. That's not enough time to prepare anything, so don't expect too much," Roman retorted.

The crew members arrived first to deliver Karlos's belongings, moving quickly.

When the four men reached the villa, they were surprised to see that Mrs. Wanda had prepared lunch for them.

"First young master Marcos, second young master Larry, second young master Roman, and Karlos, please have a seat. We prepared a humble lunch for you."

'There are steaks, lobsters, and salmon on the table. I'm not sure if this is a humble lunch... Wait, is that caviar? Dear Goddess, I've never eaten caviar in my entire life. This is too fancy!' Karlos kept his mouth shut.

"Hm, passable enough. Not bad." Larry praised Mrs. Wanda with a satisfied nod, and Roman and Marcos nodded along. Although based on their expressions, this kind of hospitality was just average for their standards.

Karlos really felt out of place. His low status was not enough to dine with these rich men, even though he was invited.

However, because of their enthusiasm and invitation, Karlos couldn't say no, nor did he want to be rude. He was thankful for the help they had provided his family and deeply appreciated their kindness. Living in the villa was wonderful.

Karlos sat down carefully.

"Um, Mrs. Wanda, about Maya and the children, have they..."

"Don't worry, they have already eaten. Maya believed it's improper to disturb you while you were eating," Mrs. Wanda assured him with a smile.

"I see..." Karlos nodded, feeling relieved.

"What's improper? She didn't have to think like that," Larry chimed in.

"I'll inform Maya later." Mrs. Wanda bowed her head slightly.

"I'll talk to her after lunch," Karlos said.

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Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 99


The four ate their fill. Fortunately, Karlos knew how to use cutlery because of his past life, which gave him unexpected advantages in situations like this. Most of the time, he used a spoon and fork, but since there was a steak in front of him, he needed a steak knife, which he handled with natural ease.

He didn't seem awkward eating despite being surrounded by wealth, although his appearance was clearly out of place compared to the other men dressed in vacation outfits.

While the four men were eating, the maids, including Mrs. Wanda, couldn't help but glance at Karlos and Roman. The resemblance was obvious, especially from certain angles.

Claire confirmed her conjecture, feeling thrilled by her discovery. Roman and Karlos were related. Furthermore, the fact that they were eating together showed that they were close, closer than she originally assumed.

Her mind started working, filled with greed and ambition. Last month, she slowly gathered information about Karlos and was disappointed that he was only a fisherman, a low-income job by her standards. However, she admitted that he was attractive and had a masculine charm that appealed to her. She was hesitant to go full seduction because she cherished her job, which provided stability.

But now, she had made a decision: she would seduce Karlos as soon as possible, believing this was her chance. The money she could get if Karlos inherited a few million pesos from the Alejandro family was enough to satisfy her greed and change her life entirely.

In fact, when Claire learned that the young masters would visit the villa, she immediately returned to her room and put on makeup to be more pleasing to the eyes, hoping someone would notice her. She was confident in her beauty, which she believed was her strongest asset. Unfortunately, she still had to wear a tacky maid uniform and couldn't show her nice curves.

"Karlos, you're probably confused about why we are here." Larry started the conversation once they were done eating. The maids served them dessert, chocolate ice cream. Larry slightly frowned because the ice cream tasted too artificial. Clearly, it was a cheap-ass brand of ice cream, perhaps Nestle. That company was one of the most evil ones in the world, aside from Shell.

But since he knew it was his fault for contacting the maids too late, he let it slide. Instead, he put down the ice cream, uninterested in eating it. Even Roman and Marcos didn't like the ice cream, only Karlos was eating since, to him, sweets were still sweets. The maids were a bit nervous about their reactions.

"You own this villa. I don't see any reason why you have to visit it. This place is yours."

"Indeed, indeed." Larry laughed, brushing it off.

"Larry, thank you for letting our family stay here. It means a lot to me. The fact that you didn't ask for payment eased our savings a lot."

"I'm happy to hear that. You saved my life, the help I offered isn't even enough to pay you back." Larry didn't elaborate, but his sincerity was clear.

"Still, thank you."

"Small matters," Larry waved his hand, as if it meant nothing.

"Well then, the reason why we visited the villa is because of my older brother. He wants to see you personally and thank you."

"I also have business with Karlos," Roman added.

"You too?"

"Yeah, I just thought about it a moment ago. I'll talk to him later."

"Alright. Bring us wine. The most expensive one."

"Yes, young master." Daisy and Claire lowered their heads and went to the wine cellar, grabbing the most expensive wine in their collection.

"By the way, I haven't seen your twins. Children's Blessed Day just passed, and I still haven't given them gifts, so I prepared gifts for them." Larry grinned and signaled a crew member who was in the living room. The crew members stood quietly, trained to be silent and invisible.

The crew member presented two small boxes, beautifully wrapped.

"You don't have to. It's already enough that you let us live in the villa, really." Karlos didn't know what to say. This was too much to accept.

"Karlos, please, I want to do this. Let me, as a friend."

Larry turned to Mrs. Wanda. "Please bring Maya and the twins to the dining room. I want to present my gifts to the twins."

"Hey Larry, you didn't tell me about this. If I knew, I would have also prepared something." Marcos sounded disappointed. He also wanted to give the children gifts and now felt left out. "In the first place, you didn't tell me that Karlos has children."

"You're at fault. You didn't ask."

"This bastard..."

"What about you, Roman? You brought gifts, right? You know that Karlos has two children." Larry turned to Roman, ignoring his older brother's frustration.

"Is money acceptable?" Roman admitted he didn't think about gifts.

"Hah!" Larry scoffed. "It seems like I'm the only one who has a heart. You guys don't have any sympathy at all. Shame on you."

"Don't make it look like you're a saint. You just want to show off."

A few minutes later, Maya and Mrs. Wanda entered, each carrying a child. Maya felt awkward and glanced at Karlos, who also had no idea how to act in this situation. Karlos just nodded, promising her that nothing bad was happening.

"You guys are here! These are my gifts for Arabella and Iñigo. I feel like toys are too cheap, so I decided to buy them gold bracelets instead. It's a matching bracelet with the symbol of a dragon and a tiger, perfect for twins."

"T-Thank you," Maya muttered. "But I think letting us live in the villa without rent is already enough. You helped us a lot. Thank you."

"Nah, just accept them. Here."

Larry didn't bother listening and handed each kid a small box. Iñigo looked at the box curiously, frowning in confusion at the unfamiliar object. Arabella shook the box before biting it, thinking it was food, as usual.

"Mama!" She called for Maya and asked for help opening the box.

Left with no choice, Maya opened it and confirmed that it was a tiny gold bracelet with a dragon design.

"Bah!" When Arabella realized it wasn't food, she scoffed and turned her head away, clearly disappointed.

"Haha, this kid is really something."

Roman stood up and pulled out his wallet. He didn't bother counting the money. He simply handed it to Maya without hesitation.

"This money is for the kids. Just a small amount. Divide it later. Happy belated Children's Blessed Day."

Maya was stunned, and so was Karlos. Based on the thickness of the bills Roman gave, it was at least 20,000 pesos... Karlos couldn't believe that his daily earnings were just pocket change for Roman.

 

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Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 100

Just like Roman, Marcos also gave them money, slightly lower than what Roman gave, though still shockingly generous from Karlos's perspective.

"Damn, I lost today. You guys sabotaged me... Karlos, do you accept cheques?" Marcos asked half-jokingly, trying to salvage his pride.

"No, no, no, this is already enough, really. Thank you." Karlos realized that they might turn it into a competition if he didn't stop them.

Larry was laughing while Roman had a smug expression, they were clearly not the losers today. Marcos had a sour face.

"Babe, I'll return to the room now, the kids might disturb your conversation." Maya was uncomfortable with this kind of situation, especially when the wine had arrived and the atmosphere felt too fancy for her. She excused herself, leaving Karlos behind.

"Alright," Karlos answered, although deep inside, he also didn't want to stay in the dining room with these three rich men whose world was vastly different from his. He couldn't even join their conversation and was quiet the whole time.

'Ah, I remember, I have to talk to Larry about the bay harbor.' Karlos mentally noted.

The three men were laughing and joking with each other. They didn't care about the maids who were standing in the corner of the dining room. Mrs. Wanda and the others were waiting for orders while trying to stay invisible. Just like the maids, the crew members were also waiting in the living room.

"Ah, before I forget, Mrs. Wanda, please provide food for my crew. I'll pay for it." Roman said.

"It's alright, you don't have to pay. Wanda, take care of the crew members."

"Yes, young master Larry."

In this villa, Larry held the higher hierarchy since he owned it. The maids were under his command.

As the conversation went on, Marcos invited Karlos for a talk.

The two went to the annex with wineglasses in their hands.

"I know I already said this earlier, thank you for saving my brother. The whole Araneto family owes you. If you need something, you can call me. Here's my contact."

Karlos accepted the card, only to realize that it was not a business card but a military identification card with special markings.

"Larry told me that you're a fisherman. I'm the Rear Admiral of the Coast Guard of Timog-Kanluran province. You can contact me if you need help," Marcos proudly said.

"Okay." Karlos was surprised to hear that Marcos was actually in the Coast Guard. This could really help him, especially in emergencies.

"Karlos," Marcos chuckled. "It seems you don't understand what a Rear Admiral is. It's the third-highest rank in the Coast Guard. There's only one Admiral in Adobo country, two Vice Admirals, followed by Rear Admirals. In short, there are only three people above me in the Coast Guard. I have strong influence in the waters of Timog-Kanluran province." His tone carried both pride and reassurance.

"... T- That's amazing. I'm sorry I didn't know what a Rear Admiral is, but wow... So you're basically the sea king of this region?" Karlos was speechless as he realized Marcos was not simple. The Araneto family clearly had far more influence in the province than he imagined.

"That's the expression I'm looking for," Marcos laughed. He patted Karlos's shoulder and reminded him that he could contact him whenever he needed a backer in the fishing industry.

Karlos felt at ease hearing that. He was a fisherman, and the influence of the Coast Guard could help him a lot. Especially when Marcos's position was quite high, making his support incredibly valuable.

Right when they returned inside, Roman used the moment to talk to Karlos.

"Since you're done talking to Karlos, it's my turn," Roman said to his cousin, who nodded and stepped aside.

Karlos was confused why Roman also wanted to talk to him, but he went along.

The two went to the annex again. Roman pulled out a tobacco stick and offered one to Karlos, but he shook his head.

"I don't smoke."

"My bad, you have twins, you shouldn't smoke." Roman realized his mistake and felt slightly awkward. Still, he lit his tobacco and blew smoke away from Karlos.

"You can speak Japanese, right?" Roman asked in Japanese, testing if Karlos could really understand.

"Yes, I can speak Japanese. Why are you asking?" Karlos replied, surprised that Roman suddenly changed languages, but he followed naturally.

"Good, that's great to hear." Roman nodded in satisfaction, finally confirming his guess.

"Next week, my hotel will have foreign guests, and they are interested in fishing. I need someone who can accommodate them and speak to them. You'll handle the Japanese."

"Me?" Karlos blinked, taken aback.

"That's right. It's obvious you're fluent. The fact that you can follow what I'm saying in Japanese already proves it."

The two continued speaking smoothly in Japanese.

"How much do you earn daily?" Roman asked.

"These past few days, I averaged 20,000 pesos." Karlos answered honestly.

"That's it? Last time you sold a Bluefin Tuna for 1.6 million pesos. How did it become so low?"

"20,000 pesos is already a huge amount for daily earnings. That's a whole month of a middle-class worker's salary." Karlos defended.

"That's so small."

Roman was genuinely surprised. He had never experienced the life of a normal person and had no clear idea how much average people earned. For him, 20,000 pesos was just small pocket money. He couldn't even enjoy a nice dinner in an expensive restaurant with that amount. He usually spent hundreds of thousands every night without thinking twice.

"..." Karlos had no idea how to respond. 20,000 pesos was never small to him, it was survival.

"Anyway, I'll triple that salary if you work with me for a day. You just need to help them fish and talk to them, simple as that."

"I'm in." Karlos accepted immediately. That was 60,000 pesos, three days' worth of fishing in just one day. He decided that he would talk to Brandon to take a day off. Since they had been fishing six times a week, Brandon would probably appreciate a break.

"That's great. Now I have to find more people who can speak Korean and Spanish."

They were still speaking in Japanese.

"Why? You're also looking for someone who can speak Korean and Spanish?" Karlos asked.

"Yeah, my guests are not only Japanese."

"Make my salary 120,000 pesos and I'll help you accommodate the Koreans and Spaniards," Karlos said boldly.

"You can also speak Korean and Spanish?" Roman was speechless.

"I studied linguistics in college, though I didn't graduate."

"No wonder." Roman nodded slowly, realizing Karlos was far more skilled than he initially thought.

 

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Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 101


When Roman realized that Karlos could also speak Korean and Spanish, he decided to trust him. He was dumbfounded when he learned that Karlos was better than him in Korean to the point that it sounded almost native. Roman still hadn't mastered Korean, and now he was defeated by a fisherman who was younger than him.

"120,000 pesos it is then. I'll accept your offer. Although I still have to look for other people who can speak foreign languages since it will be hard for a single person to converse with dozens of foreigners, especially if they start talking at the same time." Roman chuckled.

"I'll contact the villa once the preparation is done, and I'll prepare a yacht, a fairly large one."

"Alright."

Karlos and Roman returned to the house. However, before Karlos could even sit down, Larry took this moment to talk to him privately.

"Since these two already had a conversation with you, it would be unfair if I didn't have one, and I don't want to feel left out."

Karlos easily agreed to talk to Larry because he also had something to say to him, and this timing felt appropriate.

"You're probably tired of me expressing my gratitude for saving me. So here's my card. You probably know that my brother is from the Coast Guard, and I'm a police officer. I'm a police captain, and I'm still new to this job, so my rank is not that high. But I assure you that I have strong influence just like my brother, maybe even stronger in certain places. If you need help, don't hesitate to call me. You know my number." Larry was confident. With a few bribes here and there, no one would dare face him, unless they were suicidal, like the Patong family.

"Thank you, Larry. I'll keep that in mind." Karlos felt like today was full of surprises.

"Does your family know about the situation in the bay harbor?" Karlos asked, carefully choosing his words.

"What do you mean exactly?"

"Some sections of the bay harbor have become private, with big fishing vessels owning them. I wonder if you know about it? Your family was the one who initiated the Bay Harbor."

"Yes, my grandfather did a long time ago." Larry rubbed his chin.

"If you're talking about these private boats taking advantage of us, you don't have to worry, hehe. My father and the mayor of Una Town agreed to sell those sections. We actually earned a lot of money from that transaction, more than we initially expected." Larry waved his hand as if the matter were trivial.

"I-I see..." Karlos showed a forced smile because he didn't know how to respond.

The bay harbor was funded by the government (people's taxes) and should be public property for ordinary people to use, not something to be chopped up and sold...

"The mayor actually wanted to sell more sections, but my father stopped him because the people might get angry and cause a huge uproar."

After that, Karlos's private conversations with the three were done, and they continued drinking, louder and more cheerful this time.

Around 8 PM, the three men bid farewell. They were drunk, and the crew members had to help them walk since none of them could stand straight.

Larry and Marcos had a reason why they wanted to celebrate today. Their family had successfully taken revenge against the Patong family. Just like what the Patong family did to Larry, one of their sons was also thrown into the ocean. But unlike Larry, the said man didn't survive.

Now, the Patong family was livid and furious. Their decision had consequences, and the secret war between the two families was now official with no turning back.

Larry was still hiding the fact that he was alive so that the Patong family wouldn't think they had been defeated. The Araneto family was simply exacting revenge and waiting for the perfect moment to strike again.

Anyway, these things were not part of Karlos's daily life, nor did he intend to get involved.

Karlos went to the bedroom, clearly drunk. When Maya saw her husband's state, she sighed and poured water into a glass cup while shaking her head helplessly.

"Babe, I miss you." Karlos hugged Maya and kissed her sloppily. The woman slightly smiled and patted his back.

"Drink first. Your dinner is on the table. Fill your stomach, and then we can talk properly."

"Okay. Sit next to me, please."

"Of course, I'm right here."

Once Karlos was done eating, he told Maya about taking a day off next week to work for Roman. Maya was surprised when she heard that Karlos would earn 120,000 pesos for a single job. On top of that, Karlos could use the things he learned in college for this job.

"Just don't tire yourself," Maya said with concern.

Karlos checked on the twins, who were playing with their toys. Maya had set aside the golden bracelets because they were too expensive, and she feared they might get scratched.

"How's my baby girl?"

Karlos cuddled Arabella, who squealed and tried to push him away with her tiny hands. The little girl wanted to play with her dolls and didn't want interruptions.

Of course, Karlos didn't forget his son. Iñigo was silently turning a Rubik's Cube with confusion. He was interested in solving the puzzle, but he needed time and lots of patience. He was so absorbed in the Rubik's Cube that he didn't notice his father approaching until the shadow covered him.

"How are you, Iñigo? Did you miss your Papa?"

Iñigo frowned as he caught the smell of alcohol from his father. It was not pleasant at all and made him scrunch his nose.

"Bah! Smewwy!"

Karlos tried to kiss his son, but Iñigo slapped him, a soft but determined slap. The slap didn't hurt at all, Karlos still managed to kiss Iñigo's cheek. The little boy frowned in disgust and wiped his cheek with his small hands. He didn't like Karlos's smell.

"Papa, Smewwy!"

"Hehe." Karlos just chuckled. He had no idea what Iñigo was saying and thought the boy was just being playful.

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The next day, Karlos woke up with a headache. He rarely had a chance to drink wine and didn't know his tolerance.

'If it were beer, I could probably adjust faster.'

Karlos was a beer guy, although he admitted that drinking wine was not that bad, taste-wise at least. But he didn't want to experience the hangover again. Red wine had a stronger hangover than beer.

As he yawned while going to his boat, he found the old caretaker of the bay harbor slowly sweeping the ground.

"Karlos, I heard that some wealthy people talked to you yesterday. Was it perhaps..." The old caretaker didn't complete the sentence, waiting for Karlos's confirmation.

"About that, sorry old man, it seems like the Araneto family also knew about the situation in the bay harbor."

"I see... Thank you, Karlos." The old man bitterly smiled. He already had an idea of what had happened even without anyone telling him directly. He sighed, and Karlos bid farewell.

'The vice governor is different from his father. He's corrupt and greedy for power.'

The late governor was an honest man who had good intentions. Unfortunately, his successors were crooked and didn't follow his will, twisting everything for their own benefit.

The old caretaker looked at the bay harbor he had taken care of for decades. It was heartbreaking that wealthy people were slowly stealing the people's property.

 

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Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 102


Weeks passed after leaving their kubo and the family had completely adjusted to their lives in the villa. Karlos's earnings were steady, averaging 20,000 pesos per day. It was a welcoming amount that Maya and Karlos appreciated because it gave them a sense of security.

Karlos also talked to Brandon about taking a day off on Saturday, and Brandon readily agreed. They had been working hard these past few weeks, almost nonstop. He needed some time to rest. That Saturday, his day off, he wanted to treat his parents in a nice eatery, something cozy and memorable, and buy them some stuff such as clothes. He also wanted to buy his parents a brand-new television to entertain them and help them pass the time. His parents had gotten nothing in their lives as they were old, and watching TV might give them another form of relaxation.

However, while the family was doing great, Maya couldn't help but glare at the bitch maid who was acting strange.

One time, when Karlos returned after his sail, Claire welcomed him with a towel and cold, refreshing water as if she had been waiting deliberately. Karlos was confused, but he accepted the goodwill nonetheless... Maya reprimanded Karlos in their bedroom with clear irritation. If Claire did that again, she would receive a hard slap in the face.

"I don't want you to accept any drinks from that woman."

"Alright." Karlos easily agreed. He was not stupid, and he trusted Maya's judgment completely. He didn't know why Maya hated Claire, but Karlos would side with his wife no matter what.

Since then, Karlos had avoided the maid as much as possible. He didn't look at her or talk to her. He kept his distance and stayed in the room most of the time to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Claire was frustrated and realized that her tricks were not working, even if she tried to act sweet and harmless. She tried to get closer to the twins instead, thinking she could win them over. She was delusional and believed that she had a chance. It was ridiculous, but she didn't know that. Well, as long as money was the topic, people would do everything.

For Claire, she believed that Karlos was the fastest way to become rich... She actually had a point, considering that Karlos was earning huge money even by fisherman standards.

Unlike Karlos, who was comfortable staying in the room most of the day, the twins wanted to explore because they were at that curious, energetic age. Hence, Maya didn't have a choice but to let them play outside. She made sure that they stayed in the annex, protected by shade against the sun, and monitored them most of the time. The annex was an open space with no partition, although it had a roof, allowing the breeze to flow freely, perfect for the kids to play and burn off their energy.

The kids were active from 8 to 11 a.m., running around, laughing, and chasing each other. Karlos arrived around this time, so the twins always greeted him with excitement.

Claire failed to talk to the twins because Maya was always around to watch over them. And even when Claire had a chance to talk to them, Iñigo was the type of kid who didn't trust people easily. One time, she tried to give them candies. Arabella was so excited and tried to approach Claire, but Iñigo prevented her. He frowned at Claire, he didn't know this woman and he didn't like her vibe. He called out to his mother, and Maya immediately returned with milk bottles. Their mother had prepared drinks for them, so she was gone for a few minutes.

When Maya returned and found Claire, she glared at the woman. If not for being a guest in the villa, Maya might have slapped the woman for her bad intentions.

Naturally, the twins forgot that interaction once they were drinking milk.

Anyway, a lot of things happened in a week.

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Karlos was whistling while waiting for the yacht. He didn't bring anything today because Roman told him that all the fishing equipment was already prepared, making things easier for him.

He pulled out his phone and checked the time, it was 9 a.m. The yacht would show up in a few minutes, and he mentally prepared himself for the sail.

Karlos smirked and recalled what had happened earlier, a memory that made him feel warm. The twins were surprised and happy when they found their father in bed when they woke up. Most of the time, Karlos was gone whenever they woke up, and it was a mystery that they couldn't understand. They were still too young to grasp work schedules. For them, it became the norm that their father would arrive at the gate while they were playing in the annex. That was how they understood it.

So when they found Karlos in the bed, sleeping next to them, the twins were happy and slapped his face and shoulder playfully, their version of a morning greeting. They didn't understand it, but they were happy that their father was in bed right in the morning because it meant more time with him.

Karlos eventually woke up and played with them before taking his leave... It was the first time they saw Karlos leave from the gate, and the twins couldn't control their emotions and cried.

"Papa!"

"Papa, no. Don't go!"

They were hugging his legs as they didn't want him to leave. Karlos realized that the twins thought he wouldn't return again because he was going to leave. He patted their heads, despite being heartbroken at seeing them cry. He comforted them and promised that he would bring them treats... It seemed that he had to buy something to satisfy Arabella and Iñigo.

Wiping their tears, he convinced them that he would return later with treats. As for what kind of treats it would be, Karlos also had no idea.

With teary eyes and sniffing their snots, Arabella and Iñigo waved their hands and yelled "bye bye" at Karlos. They were still sad but trying to be brave. Maya couldn't help but chuckle at their reactions.

"Such an overreaction," she muttered. She was sad that her children were sad, but she was also happy that Arabella and Iñigo loved their father and they couldn't fathom the idea of Karlos disappearing. The kids still couldn't understand their feelings, but they were clear and pure.

Reluctantly, Karlos waved his hand and closed the gate, leaving the twins.

Once Karlos was gone, the twins cried out loud. Maya had to hug and comfort them, stroking their backs gently. Just like them, Maya was also reluctant to let Karlos leave, although reality was harsh and the pillar of the home had to work to provide for them.

"Hush, hush, Papa will be back later. Don't cry. Just like always, he will arrive at the gate."

"Stay!" Iñigo said with conviction, pointing at the annex floor.

"Yesh!"

"You want to stay here and wait for Papa's return?"

"Yesh!"

The twins decided that they would stay in the annex and wait for Karlos's return.

 

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Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 103


As Karlos contemplated, he saw a big yacht approaching the bay harbor, moving steadily across the calm water like a white beast. Almost every fishing vessel had sailed, so the harbor was quiet with a wide space.

Karlos narrowed his gaze and confirmed that this yacht differed from the super yacht Roman had used last time. It had a lower hull, a good height for fishing. The yacht was slightly smaller but enough to accommodate 100 people without a problem.

Once the yacht had docked, Karlos stepped onto the yacht and was greeted by foreigners from different countries, each wearing vacation clothing. Based on their appearances, it was obvious that these foreigners were wealthy and probably influential in their respective industries.

There were 21 foreigners and three interpreters aside from Karlos. Roman nodded at him and talked to him about his job. It was simple: just ensure the foreigners don't feel bored and maintain a pleasant environment for the entire duration of the trip. Karlos nodded.

The yacht set sail. They had no intention of going far, just a few dozen kilometers away from the shore, enough to reach deeper waters where bigger fish could roamed. The yacht was big enough to accommodate 20+ fishermen and to allow them to fish in different sections of the yacht.

Right at the moment, the party started. The crew members had prepared alcohol and dishes for the event. This was nothing but sports fishing, and about half of the foreigners had already set their fishing rods, waiting for a catch. Whatever they caught, they owned it. With a table and chairs, and a cold storage box for fish, they were happily chatting while enjoying the pleasant sea breeze.

Karlos was stationed at the back of the yacht, responsible for talking to the Japanese. So far, they were talking about what fish would be great for sashimi. Of course, Karlos offered his experience. The Japanese were surprised that Karlos was actually a fisherman. Out of curiosity, they gave him a fishing rod. They had a spare one and insisted he join the fun.

As they conversed, Mr. Josuke's fishing rod slightly trembled and he immediately stood up from his chair, almost knocking it back from excitement. He laughed and grabbed the fishing rod.

"Oh, this one seems big."

Fishing was Mr. Josuke's hobby, and when Roman invited him to fish, he didn't hesitate. Unexpectedly, he was the first guy to catch a fish in their group.

His four other friends, all Japanese, clicked their tongues and teased him.

"Old man, are you sure about that? Maybe you just caught a seaweed."

"Hahaha!"

"Hmph! Let's see about that."

Mr. Josuke scoffed and reeled the line. Being experienced, he controlled his strength and adjusted his grip. However, even he was surprised because this fish seemed to be big. Even his friends slowly became serious as they realized how big the fish was based on how the fishing rod bent.

"Old man Josuke, this one might be a big fish." They talked and waited for the fish to show up, leaning closer to the edge to catch the first glimpse.

A few minutes later, a silhouette surfaced in the water.

"That's a huge fish!"

They were surprised, almost speechless, as the size became clearer.

Mr. Josuke laughed as he wiped his sweat.

"Damn, this fish is strong. Probably one of the biggest fish I have caught." He grinned despite his exhausted expression. He smugly grinned at his friends, which made them jealous.

"Damn it!"

"I won't accept that you're the only one who can catch a fish."

"Kukukuku!"

Mr. Josuke laughed like a character from One Piece or something. He showed a mocking grin at his friends.

They gritted their teeth and recast their fishing rods, hoping that they would get lucky.

Karlos watched their interactions and said a few things, mostly polite encouragements and comments about local fish.

As for Mr. Josuke, he huffed as he slowly reeled in the weakened fish. It was big and obviously heavy, and he sweated hard. Once the fish escaped the water, Karlos was prepared and immediately hauled the fish using a long pole that had a hook, specifically made to grab big fish.

Mr. Josuke smiled widely as he looked at the fish, his eyes sparkling as if he'd won a prize. He had been fishing for years, and this fish was definitely one of his biggest catches. No wonder he was happy. However, being a person from Sushi country, he didn't have extensive knowledge regarding the fish in the Adobo country. The best example was right in front of him, Mr. Josuke didn't know what fish he had caught, though he admired its vibrant colors.

"This is a Humphead Wrasse," Karlos informed Mr. Josuke.

"Oh, you recognized this fish, Karlos?"

"Yes, sir. This fish is actually rare and expensive. Congratulations, Mr. Josuke. Even in our fish port, this fish is a rare delicacy."

Karlos couldn't help but be envious, imagining how much money such a fish could earn if brought to the fish port.

"This fish costs 6,700 pesos per kilogram. This Humphead Wrasse is about 1.6 meters long, probably weighing 45 kilograms. Sir, that's 310,500 pesos if you sell it. If converted to dollars, that's about $6,700. Congratulations, sir."

The more Mr. Josuke heard Karlos' statement, the wider his smile got. With a smug look on his face, he made fun of his friends.

"Look at that! $6,700! In just one cast, I caught an expensive fish."

"Tch, fucking braggart."

"$6,700? Hah, I earn that amount per minute, nothing to be proud of."

"You're just jealous, haha!"

As Mr. Josuke laughed, one of his friends also caught a fish.

"Look, look, I also caught one!"

The man's fishing rod was also bending hard, just like what happened to Mr. Josuke earlier, though his technique seemed slightly more frantic.

"Jotaro-san, it seems like your fish is also big."

"I bet it's still smaller than mine." Mr. Josuke believed that catching a 1.6-meter fish was already the best catch today, and it was his.

"Josuke, teme, you bastard, let's see if you can still smile like that once I catch this fish!" Mr. Jotaro glared at Mr. Josuke. He put his attention to the fish, slowly pulling it closer. Based on how strongly it fought back, Mr. Jotaro had to relax his grip, or else the line would snap, and Mr. Josuke would make fun of him, which was the last thing he wanted.

"Sir, let me take a picture for you."

A crew member appeared and talked to Mr. Josuke about taking pictures with the fish. Karlos translated what the crew member said, ensuring the details were clear and accurate.

"Picture? Of course, haha, I want a picture. Make sure to deliver the pictures to my hotel room later."

Karlos translated what Mr. Josuke said and the crew member nodded.

Mr. Josuke, with all his strength, carried the fish, huffing. Karlos was there to help him in case he couldn't carry it completely.

The crew member took pictures of Mr. Josuke, and in the pictures, Mr. Josuke was smiling happily. He had just achieved one of the greatest victories in his fishing life.

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Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 104


While Mr. Josuke was having fun with the achievement he worked hard for reeling in, Mr. Jotaro's fish had gotten close to the yacht, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. With a red face and veins all over his face, Mr. Jotaro did his best to reel in the big fish, his arms trembling from the intense resistance.

"T- This! This is a Blue Marlin!"

With a long, sharp nose that was dangerous, Mr. Jotaro immediately recognized the fish.

Even the other Japanese were surprised, some instinctively stepping back. Mr. Josuke also looked, but when he saw that the Blue Marlin was slightly smaller than his catch, he still had a smug face. He was clearly unwilling to let go of his earlier victory.

While waiting on the side, Karlos held the hook, ready to grab the fish.

"Here it comes!"

When the Blue Marlin was within reach, Karlos hooked it and hauled it into the yacht. The Blue Marlin was thrashing and kicking its tail with pure adrenaline.

The Japanese laughed but stayed away from the fish, they knew the danger of a Blue Marlin. Its sword-like nose could stab them.

A few minutes later, the Blue Marlin lost its strength, and Karlos took this moment to bleed it, ensuring the quality of the meat was preserved.

The two fish that Mr. Jotaro and Mr. Josuke caught were put into a huge ice box. However, it could only contain two or more big fish, anything after that was too much. They needed another container if they caught more. It hinted at how successful the trip already was.

After that, their group gradually caught more big fish, and Karlos became busy interacting with them. They had conversations and laughed along, it was fun, especially when everyone caught a fish or two.

Karlos also caught something while helping the group. It was a yellowfin tuna, about a meter long. It wasn't that big in terms of its species, the average size of a yellowfin tuna was 1.5 meters, while the biggest could reach 2.5 meters. So far, he was the only person who caught tuna, and the Japanese were interested in his catch. After some talking, Mr. Jotaro decided to buy his catch for 10,000 pesos, which Karlos happily sold.

He knew that the best price he could sell the yellowfin tuna for was 4,500 pesos at the fish port.

"Here, take this."

Karlos received a cheque from Mr. Jotaro, which he carefully put into his safety pocket. Considering that these people were rich, the cheque was 100% real.

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"I caught another one."

Roman lightly smiled as he saw the investors smiling in satisfaction, mentally noting their enthusiasm. He organized this fishing trip to entertain these investors. Based on the smiles on their faces, they were having fun. He knew that this fishing trip was already a success.

'I didn't expect that this fishing spot would be abundant in fish.'

Roman promised to remember this location, thinking it might be useful later. He also fished sometimes, and he knew that fishing took a dozen minutes or even an hour to catch a fish. But now, every other minute, someone would catch a fish.

He was actually worried about their fishing lines getting tangled with each other, but so far, nothing like that had happened, thanks to the spacious deck.

The northern area of Una Town was being built, and many rich people were interested in investing in the place, seeing long-term returns. Una Town was a huge town in terms of area, but its infrastructure was not that impressive.

But now that the mayor was interested in developing the northern part of the town with aggressive policies, it was a huge investment. Still, wealthy people could see the potential of the project.

Una Town had the capacity to be a city. In a decade or two, it might become a rich city because of its impressive economy and strategic location.

'I've heard that even simple fishermen could earn 1 million a year, that's not bad,' Roman thought.

A couple of thousands was nothing to Roman, but once the amount reached over a million, then that was passable by his personal standards.

Anyway, these investors on the yacht were people who were interested in the development project of the northern part of Una Town and potential partnerships. The investment might be huge, but the profit potential was also massive. Some of them wanted to build apartments and private hospitals to secure early advantages.

As for Roman, he had already bought a huge area, and he would build factories, subdivisions, and hotels. One of the family's major businesses was food, particularly fast-food restaurants.

Roman realized that his fishing rod was slightly bending, meaning that he had also caught something, interrupting his thoughts. Just like the others, he grinned and reeled it in. It took a few minutes for him to catch a fat grouper, and he whistled in surprise.

After enjoying fishing, he decided to chat with the foreign investors, switching effortlessly between languages. With a smooth tongue, he had conversations with each group. He had studied languages since childhood. His father, particularly, hired foreign teachers to help him learn different languages.

It was tough, but he learned nonetheless. Roman was not a hardworking and disciplined person, unlike his older brother. For him, he just wanted to do passable work without exhausting himself. However, he was born into a family that demanded excellence.

Being a linguistic person, Roman knew how tough it was to learn a language, so he was impressed when Karlos could speak more and communicate so naturally.

While talking to the investors, Roman also checked the interpreters he had hired. Some of them were nervous, while others were calm.

Then, he decided to check on the Japanese, curious about their situation.

"Eh?"

He was stunned when he saw five huge containers around the group. They were laughing and talking loudly, some were drinking alcohol, while others were reeling in fish.

Roman curiously looked at the containers and found big fish inside.

'What the hell? These fish are quite huge!'

He thought the fat grouper he caught was already impressive, but these Japanese people who were laughing had actually performed better than him.

'No, even the Koreans and Spaniards can't compete. This group is on another level.'

With a forced smile, he decided to talk to them.

"You guys are impressive! Five containers filled with huge fish!" Roman spoke in Japanese.

"Haha, we just got lucky."

"Thank you, Roman-san, this fishing trip is fun!"

"Hahaha!"

They laughed happily. Then, Roman turned to Karlos. He thought Karlos would keep quiet because of nervousness, but he got along well with the Japanese. He even informed them about what kind of fish they caught and shared useful tips. He sometimes spoke about his experience as a fisherman.

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[Pujimaki]

Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 105


Roman's opinion regarding this man was somewhat unusual, something he himself found difficult to explain. For some reason, he wanted Karlos to have a better life. He didn't hesitate to hire him for six figures just for a day. He didn't know why, but it seemed that he liked this guy. It might be because of their surname, they were both Alejandro, which subconsciously made Roman feel closer to him.

"Karlos, you said that you're already married. For such a young age of 21, I'm surprised. I thought you had a girlfriend at best," a Japanese guy said.

"I've been married for about two years, and I also have two children."

"Wow, two children in two years, you're a hard-working guy."

They laughed, and the mood relaxed.

"They are twins. They're going to be a year old this month," Karlos explained with a smile.

"Is that so? When's their birthday?"

"January 20."

"That's just about two weeks away."

"Indeed."

Roman listened, quietly processing the information. He then recalled the twins he met last time, their chubby cheeks and innocent eyes. He admitted that they were adorable.

'January 20, huh. I'll talk to Larry later.' A silent note in his mind.

"So are you going to celebrate their 1st birthday?"

In many countries, the 1st birthday was an important event for a child, often treated as a milestone.

"My wife and I are thinking of inviting a few guests, keeping it simple. We are also looking for godmothers and godfathers for the twins."

In Adobo country, the parents would find godmothers and godfathers for the child as a form of second parents, a deeply rooted tradition. If something bad happened to the parents and there was no immediate family, godmothers and godfathers sometimes took responsibility for taking care of the child. Parents usually asked people who had better financial abilities to be the godmothers and godfathers.

Karlos and Maya naturally planned to make Joseph and Penelope godparents, they were also looking for more. Actually, the more, the merrier, both in blessings and support. Because these godparents had duties to give money to the children whenever it was Children's Blessed Day, a well-known custom. Of course, this was just pleasantries, though still appreciated.

'I'm sure they are going to ask me to be a godparent of the twins, I'm rich after all.' Roman slightly smirked. Of course, he would give the twins 1 million every holiday once he became a godfather, that was his responsibility.

'At least those twins behave better than my bratty nephews.'

Two hours later, around 4 pm, they decided to end the fishing trip. Everyone was happy, as they caught a lot of fish. Although the best group was undoubtedly the Japanese from Sushi Country. The others were shocked when they saw seven containers filled with big fish stacked neatly, and every fish was already bled and handled professionally.

That night, the investors ate seafood until they grew tired of it.

"Thank you for helping me, here's the cheque. We will visit the villa on the twins' birthday," Roman said as he gave the cheque to Karlos.

"Huh? You're going to attend?"

"Of course."

The yacht left the bay harbor, leaving Karlos confused.

"Why do they want to visit us on the twins' birthday? Perhaps because Larry feels indebted to me and wants to help me?" he wondered.

On the way back, Karlos was fortunate to find a small stall that sold fruits. He bought a lot since he earned a substantial amount today. He promised the twins that he would bring them treats, and fruits were probably the best and healthiest treats he knew.

After paying 250 pesos to buy mangoes, bananas, and papayas, Karlos continued on his way to the villa.

As he walked, he recalled his experience on the yacht. He realized that the foreign guests were actually investors, and it seemed that they were interested in developing the northern part of Una Town on a large scale. On top of that, they hired the construction company that Roman's family owned to build their respective projects, solidifying partnerships.

Karlos was not surprised that Roman's family had a construction company, it fit his status. He knew the man was rich and owned several businesses.

'Although I heard that most of the projects were subcontracted, does that mean Roman's construction company hired a dozen smaller construction companies to build the buildings?'

Karlos had a bad opinion regarding subcontractors, most had issues regarding lower-quality materials and embezzling funds. Anyway, it was not Karlos' matter nor his concern.

He grinned as he earned a good amount of money today. Furthermore, fishing on a yacht was a fun and unique experience. He felt like he was not working at all, he was there to have fun while earning. Even interacting with the foreigners was enjoyable. At first, he was nervous, but he quickly adjusted when they started fishing and found common ground.

The afternoon sun was now slightly dipping down the sea horizon, painting the sky red-orange. As he reached the villa, he was surprised when he saw Maya and Mrs. Wanda at the annex. The twins were sleeping peacefully in their arms.

They stayed in the annex the whole day because the children wanted to welcome their father out of affection. However, as much as they wanted to be active, their small bodies needed rest, and the afternoon was their resting time. In fact, the afternoon was also Karlos's resting time after a morning of sailing.

"You're back," Maya greeted him with a hug and a light kiss on the lips.

"Why are the kids sleeping in the annex? It's going to get dark in a few hours, and they might get bitten by mosquitoes," Karlos said as he carefully took Arabella, who was sleeping in Maya's arms.

"They are scared that you'll never come back, so they promised to wait for you at the annex even if they got sleepy."

Maya stretched her arms, as they were numbed from carrying the little girl.

Karlos chuckled and glanced at Arabella. The little girl was drooling adorably.

"Let's take them to our room."

"Hm." Maya nodded.

Karlos and Maya thanked Mrs. Wanda and carried Iñigo and Arabella to their room, laying them down on the bed and tucking them in.

Of course, Karlos didn't forget to give the cheques to Maya, which the woman immediately inspected, particularly the amounts.

The cheque that came from Roman had an amount of 120,000 pesos.

There was also another cheque for the amount of 10,000 pesos.

"What's with the second cheque? Your bonus?"

"I caught a big fish today and sold it to a foreigner. That's what I earned."

Maya was not even surprised. When it came to fishing, Karlos was extremely capable.

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[Pujimaki]

[This novel has 52 chapters on Patreon.]

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Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 106


"We'll visit the bank tomorrow, once you return," Maya said as she carefully put the cheque in the cabinet. The cheque had no crease, which made her feel at ease. She treated money-related matters seriously and disliked carelessness when it came to important documents.

"How about we take the twins for a walk tomorrow? They might be bored staying in the villa the whole time," Karlos offered, thinking that a change of scenery would improve their mood. Since they were going to the bank, which was located at the town plaza, the center of the town, it might be a good opportunity for the twins to explore the place and experience the lively atmosphere filled with people. They could also visit the clothing store and buy some clothes for the family.

"Let's take pictures," Karlos added.

"Let's bring the whole family then," Maya agreed, feeling warmth in her chest. She also wanted a family picture, especially since Arabella and Iñigo were going to turn one year old in two weeks.

"I bought fruits, let's eat some."

"Let me reheat your lunch first."

Maya used the microwave comfortably now, having already adapted to the appliances. She was even interested in buying a microwave once their house was built, as she saw it as a practical investment. Lately, Mrs. Wanda thought her how to bake.

Once everything was prepared, Karlos ate his lunch. He ate late today since he only arrived in the afternoon. Anyway, Karlos never declined food.

While Karlos was eating with gusto, Maya peeled a banana and watched him with affection. The way Karlos happily ate and chewed the rice and meat made Maya feel heated... She slightly bit her lip, trying to restrain herself.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Karlos asked.

"Nothing, I just want you to spit in my mouth." She looked at him with deep hunger, her tone daring and provocative.

Karlos almost choked and immediately grabbed the water, completely caught off guard. Maya rarely acted like this.

"Keep looking at me like that and I'll put a baby in you, no, I'll put twins in you," Karlos said, deciding to fight back. It was his job to flirt, not the opposite way around, or so he believed.

"Is that so? That would be interesting," Maya replied. She blushed but continued eating the banana anyway, pretending to be calm. She knew she was being bold despite the embarrassment. For some reason, she just wanted to tease Karlos and enjoy his reaction.

Karlos shrugged and continued eating. However, his hands suddenly stopped as he recalled something important. His expression stiffened.

Maya was ovulating!

He calculated the days in his head and confirmed it.

'No wonder she's acting this way...' The realization dawned on him.

Karlos swallowed the food in his mouth. It seemed that he would be tired tonight. He had to accompany his wife until the end of her thirst, accepting his fate.

Maya grabbed an apple and took a bite out of it, it was crispy.

While the couple was eating, Arabella's nose started to twitch. She caught the scent of fruit, her instincts activating. She sniffed repeatedly until her eyes gradually opened. Groggily, she sat up and rubbed her eyes, still half-asleep.

Then, she found her parents eating.

Such betrayal.

How hurtful.

With pouty cheeks, she called her mother.

"Ma!"

Her voice was still weak and soft. She had stayed up all day because she wanted to see her father return to the villa. Her energy was spent playing the whole day until she became tired and fell asleep. The same situation happened to Iñigo, who shared her determination.

The twins cried hard when they witnessed their father leaving, so they were serious about staying up all day to welcome him, making a childish vow. Unfortunately, they were just babies who couldn't fight their physiology.

"Ma!" Arabella called again, her voice louder this time as she demanded attention. Her nose wrinkled as she caught the smell of food.

Maya turned around and sighed when she saw her daughter awake. She was sniffing hard like a little animal.

"... Were you a pig in your past life or something?" Maya laughed as she teased her chubby but lovely daughter. Arabella's nose was quite a talent.

Arabella didn't understand what Maya said, but she deemed it bad, especially since her parents ate without her, which she found unfair.

"Bad!"

"Here, I peeled a mango for you."

Ripe mango was delicious and soft enough for babies to eat, perfectly suitable.

Maya carried the girl and placed her at the table. She wanted to use a spoon to feed her, but it seemed Arabella had a different plan as she reached forward.

Despite being sticky, the little girl grabbed the fruit without hesitation. The sweet taste made her eyes widen in happiness. She feasted on the mango noisily, it was messy but adorable, and her parents didn't mind. Watching Arabella eat excitedly made them happy.

A few minutes later, Iñigo also woke up because of the noise. When he saw his sibling eating fruit without him, he also felt betrayed.

However, his disappointment quickly ended when his mother placed him beside Arabella and peeled a ripe mango for him.

Arabella's face was dirty, covered in yellow bits of mango.

Iñigo followed suit and also got dirty while eating. He was initially disgusted by the sticky sensation, but since it was food, he tolerated it.

Their faces and clothes became dirty. Maya's heart ached as she watched their clothes get stained even more. Fortunately, there was a washing machine in the villa, which eased her worries. Maya personally washed the twins' clothes just to keep herself busy.

In the middle of eating, Iñigo recalled how sad he felt when his father left earlier. Now that his father was back, he was naturally happy.

He decided to grab a handful of fruit and offer it to Karlos, wanting to share.

"Pa!"

"You want me to eat this?" Karlos asked.

He looked at Iñigo's small hand, covered in mango juice and crushed mango pulp. It was sticky and messy. He honestly found it disgusting.

However, seeing Iñigo's eager expression, Karlos had no choice but to accept it. He didn't want to disappoint his son, especially when the goodwill was so sincere.

"Put it on my plate."

He chuckled and rubbed Iñigo's head, making his hand sticky as well. Somehow, Iñigo's hair also had mango pulp in it.

The little boy was happy and slapped the mango pulp onto Karlos' rice. Karlos had no choice but to eat rice now covered in sweet mango and accept the strange flavor.

Furthermore, Iñigo added more, and Karlos continued to accept the goodwill even though he didn't like his rice tasting sweet and fruity.

Arabella also followed suit, although she only gave him a few bits of mango. For a glutton like her, giving even a small piece of food was already impressive. She was being generous in her own opinion.

Maya watched their interaction and smiled.