The Sri Lankan coastline is filled with fishermen who use the sea as their main source of living. Their daily catch would define the life of their own and their families. But it only took a few hours to erase their life long habitat right in front of their eyes.

Some fishermen had set sail on a Christmas night. A very few were lucky enough to return the next morning. But none found any of what they left behind the other night. They were bereft by the very waters that they used to love the most. Once it was their provider, but in one day it became their distracter.

The few who made it through the day have been wondering about the meaning of their lives. They had used the sea for decades, but the sea used them for a single day. Is it justice? Or slaughter? What would become of them? For whom would they go fishing again? As they struggle through their ambivalence, they also come to remind themselves of their struggle for survival.

Where are they now? They didn't leave the beach, or the sea. Their back because the sea is their home and the only means of living. Most of them inherited the title of fisherman from their ancestors, and so will they continue in their fight for destiny.

But will it be the same? Sadly not. Even though they force themselves to forgive, they cannot forget. They will never be able to get through the idea of a friend turning against them. That fear would always run deep in their hearts. As the fishermen get ready to take on their duties once again each would take with them a frightful story that would remind them of the day of betrayal. The day that rewrote their lives.

And one of them relates his venture back to the sea.