For the Ehno boy, lets get this one goiiiing
Things had been going swimmingly for the Russo, despite having been uprooted from his continent to a foreign one. He had found his family and made new acquaintances, but he did not have any real friends just yet. Everyone seemed pleasant but it still felt strange to be meeting so many strangers that did not share his blood. Back in Russia, most of the people he knew were the people who were part of his enormous family tree. And even here, he knew his father and sister better than any other creature. It did not help that he was not part of a pack or tribe or clan, but his own general lackluster at visiting people he barely knew that were out of the way did not help either.
Anatoliy sat by the water's edge, the sea still a churning beast. Somehow he had crossed over here; he wondered how the ship had survived against something so wild and savage. Sighing, the earthen-toned male gentle picked up the hook attached to the fishing line. A wriggling worm was impaled on the metallic hook, still moving even after the jagged edge protruded from its soft flesh. Making sure the line was properly attached to the reel on the fishing pole, the Russian cast it into the water, feeling it move in his hands from the rough ocean. More and more of the line went off the reel, in hopes of it going into deeper, calmer waters where the fish were sure to lurk.
Rurik had had enough of fish, having been raised on them and eating them when aboard his ship. But Anatoliy still enjoyed the animal, knowing how to avoid the bones and getting all the delicious meat out. The women in his family taught him how to spice it before cooking to accentuate the flavor. The Russian's skills were so varied in this regard, that he did not know where his specialties lay. Oh well, he could just be a jack of all trades, since that seemed more useful than having specialized in something. The pole in his hands jerked, as though a fish were on the line, but it ceased almost immediately. The sea was rough today; the fishing might take a long time. As long as there was something to bring home to his sister, Anatoliy would be content.
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