CATCH OF THE DAY
The line goes taut and tugs you forward with immense strength. The fishing rod is pulled from your grasp and goes crashing into the water. Tricks sighs and gives you a judgmental side-eye.
Flounder was feeling nervous. Normally she loved the ocean, whether it was by the beach, or, she supposed, floating on a stump, but this place was
weird. Not that she was going to say anything. That would be horribly rude. She had arrived with a splash and had been pulled on board, saved, maybe. She was a pretty good swimmer, she could probably just dive right in and swim away. Except the waves looked horribly dark.
So instead she got to work. She was used to being told what to do. Subservience came naturally.
She picked up a rod, with hands? Oh, she had those now. And cast the line.
It took some time, as darkness rolled hazily along the deck but soon there was a tug.
But whatever was on the other end was surprisingly strong. Almost immediately the rod was ripped from her grip, disappearing into the deep. She stared after it for a while. Yeah, maybe she would just stay on the stump for a while.