Anatoliy huffed, rolling his eyes plainly at the woman. "Vhen you have svum in zhe sea for all your life and zhen vorked on a ship on zhe sea, getting vet is less interesting. Zhough, zhe company can make a difference." Swimming with a friend was better than a swim alone; it was most definitely more fun. The Russo could not fathom any reason to swim, nowadays, other than for a bath in fresh water or an accidental fall into the sea. Even if the ocean did enthrall him, it did not mean he enjoyed the weird way his pelt dried after a dunk in the salt water.
He began to take off his pants as she mentioned him being shy. Hands on the waist, the hybrid gave her a curious look. "Vhy? Vere you zhinking of peeking? he said, lips curling into a grin. Giving a light laugh, he pulled the jeans off all the way, surprised at how heavy the material felt on his arm. "I am not squeamish, zhanks," he added, beginning to ring out the pant legs. Who knew jeans could hold so much water? They would need a wash in fresh water after this, to keep them from being stiff for a while because of dried salt. Best to keep them off for now. "It's not like zhere is anyzhing to hide."
Picking up the fishing gear in his other hand, as one arm had the jeans draped over it, the Russian scanned the coast a bit. It seemed like hard pickings. Maybe a bit higher ground would be better as they did not have a boat to take them out further. "On zhe coast it is unlikely zhat fish vill svim. Because zhe vater is zhat shallow. Back home, ve had boats to take us out for zhe lobsters, zhe crabs, and zhe fish. I have heard of rays on the shores, but zhe rays do not like zhis weather, that I know of at least." The men on the ship he had traveled on had told him of the tropical fish, colorful and some dangerous. They talked of the sharks and of the dolphins that he would never see this far north of the tropic lines.
"Zhere," said the hybrid, pointing with his fishing pole. The coast grew a bit sharper the further you went in that directions, but not as high as the shattered coast. It would be just fine to wade out to a bunch of rocks and fish there, though getting the fish back to land to cook would be trickier. But that was why he did have a bunched up net, sans the pole that was once attached to the rim. "If ve get lucky, ve can go back to your cabin and make dinner, yes?"
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