Fisherman Prologue (few scenes)

It was about Noon when Luke arrived at the house. It was round and etched into the side of a cave. Clearly not a place fit for any human. Luke could of almost sweared the entire house would come collapse in seconds under the harsh winds but he continued to walk foward. The weather was bizzare in this part of the world it was almost as if everything in the world was keeping him from meeting this man. He looked through the windows but couldn't see a soul. He was frustrated. All his leads pointed to this place, the last peice of a puzzle he's been putting together for 3 years now was now seemingly gone. In denial Luke looks again but sees no one. Taking out his interview documentation he looks for the explicit location that was suprisingly wrong.

Luke had no where to go this time of night. An inn was too far off and it was already getting late. Luke yelled at himself for being so confident of this lead. And at that momment Luke accepted that the entire project was a waste of time.

He looked around for a place to sleep. The only descent places to sleep was under a small table used for gutting fish, or a old boat tied to a wood pillar. Luke placed his hands on the old wood of the boat feeling its every crack and flaw. Sighing he took out his cloth and placed it on the boat. hewa sabout ready to sleep when a words broke the silence.

"You there!"

Luke turned around cautionsly and saw him who he so desired to meet.

"Oh thank God," said Luke under his breath. "My name is Luke, I've come long and far to meet you sir."

The shadows that shrouded Peter were broken from the moonlight and Luke could finally see his face.

"You...are Peter aren't you?"

"Yes." Said Peter. "But what do you want and how did you find me?"

"I'm here to interview you. I've been writing a documentation, and I was wondering if you could give me some first hand accounts of your experience with Jesus of Nazereth...sir."