Post by Cesare Haidar Eilert Zarek on Jun 25, 2014 4:37:50 GMT -6
It felt good to have something to do, even though it was the last thing he ever pictured himself doing. It was still early, but as the life in a port never sleeps, he was not alone. A few other men had lined up to try out the sea, but none of them seemed to take notice as he walked past them to find a place to stand. It was still a nip in the morning air as the Rafe had not yet shone his light to wake the world up.
Chesare felt neither sleepy nor thoughtful as he opened his pouch to find the bait, before he attached it to the hook. He didn't feel lucky either, but he had nothing better to do today. After he cast the line into the liquid world beneath, he pulled away the hood to get a better view of the scenery. This was indeed a pretty place, and not somewhere he had used to be. That must change, he thought, as blue eyes followed the thin line down into oblivion.
What monsters lurked beneath the waves?
What kind of creatures called the wet landscape it's home?
Giving the rails along the dock his weight, he leaned forwards and wondered what today may bring.
OOC- Fist fishing post. Using his rod and bait.
Bait - type 1, first try.
Chesare felt neither sleepy nor thoughtful as he opened his pouch to find the bait, before he attached it to the hook. He didn't feel lucky either, but he had nothing better to do today. After he cast the line into the liquid world beneath, he pulled away the hood to get a better view of the scenery. This was indeed a pretty place, and not somewhere he had used to be. That must change, he thought, as blue eyes followed the thin line down into oblivion.
What monsters lurked beneath the waves?
What kind of creatures called the wet landscape it's home?
Giving the rails along the dock his weight, he leaned forwards and wondered what today may bring.
OOC- Fist fishing post. Using his rod and bait.
Bait - type 1, first try.
