08-31-2008, 10:39 PM
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Cool waves lapped at his ankles as he hummed an unrecognisable tune. His belongings were placed in a neat pile up on the shore--the bag on bottom and his poncho folded and draped over the top. The rumbling in his tummy was growing more and more difficult to ignore, but fishing was a sport of patience. Fortunately, the Australian had a remarkable amount of this. Fishing with poles or nets was something that he had learned to do practically since birth--even before he could contribute, he'd watched some of the other villagers doing it. Before too long, he felt a tug on the line. Instantly his ears pricked forward and the humming stopped as he tried to focus. Giving it a quick jerk to snag the fish, he began turning the crank to reel it in. It felt like it had some good weight to it, but all of a sudden that weight and the tension was gone. Ah; the bugger had gotten away. Shrugging, he continued to reel in his line. The lure was still attached, so he cast it again. Sooner or later, this was bound to pay off. table by jesile/amanda! <3 |