Jimson climbed out of the water and onto the dock before carrying on with their conversation. The Pyrenees rang himself out and took a seat next to the husky male; the water reached higher up his legs. Kable suspected that he was recent to the court, only because he had no idea who he was. Though he still didn’t know everyone’s name he’d at least seen everyone once or twice before at meetings and such. His comment about the pack being accommodating made him smile lightly, it really was a nice place, full of some pretty amazing and compassionate canines.
The larger male’s question caught his attention. Fishing? I know a little bit about it. Anybody who spent any time at the Lunenburg port knew something about boating or fishing. All over the docks and amongst the ships there was an overload of fishing gear. Throughout the port there were fishing poles, hand lines, fish nets, lobster traps, crab pots and other items he couldn’t identify. Some of the stuff left behind by the humans was absolutely astonishing. Are you planning on going fishing Jimson? The idea excited him, causing his bushy tail to flick behind him. He hadn’t fished with anyone else before. There were a few other vessels ready to sail with gear to boot.
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