Spiked Lines (Day 7 Mid Afternoon, Sand!)

[Silas Myles Pearson]

"I've only fished in video games, so it's a first for me too." Silas explained as he struggled with getting a hang of this fishing thing.

"You're right though, fish must be pretty dumb."

[Esla Tor]

"Oh...I guess I can keep an out for wood," she said as she surveyed the beach, not quite recalling seeing too many trees on the planet.

Esla stood behind the fishers, content to watch them for now. "...Do you think there will be large fish in these waters...maybe even sharks?"

[Zanja]

Zanja strolled over to the cooler and flipped it open, looking for something to drink. "Nothing really big could be too close to shore. It'd get stuck." She frowned out at the water. "Right?"

[Silas Myles Pearson]

The cooler contained water, juice, and a few flavored lightly alcoholic beverages, or at least what Di would likely recognize as those. "Well, I'm no expert on sharks, but big things usually hunt other large things, and there probably aren't many fish that size here."

"So we likely dont have to worry about any predators large enough to cause us trouble."

[Mir]

"Oh hello." Mir greed Esla and Zanja, former with a smile and the latter with a frown. However both expressions were likely lost behind his shades.

"No oven, but I have lantern." Mir patted his backpack. He was sitting on rock holding his pole in his hands, though the bait still laid on the ground. "We can fry fishies with that." Mir replied to Esla's question before turning his attention to Zanja, blinking his eyes behind his shades. "Spiky has it right too. Big-big fish don't come this close to the shore. Still, better not jump into the sea from here. The currents look nasty."

Without explaining what he was doing, Mir stood up and dug out his knife, dragging the tip of the blade over his thumb and suckled on it before spitting the blood into the sea. "Brinetail, the price has been paid." the farghul murmured quietly. "My blood for your bounty." With the ritual out of the way he wiped the knife clean into his pants before jamming it back into his backpack. "Yus." the furry jedi-to-be nodded with determination, reaching for his pole. "Silas can show you how to get the lure on. He knows. Imma gonna fish." With that he slung the lure into the foaming waters, gentling tugging his pole with his paws. "Fishy-fishy..."

[Silas Myles Pearson]

Sadly the young man had only thought to bring the two poles, and as he reeled his in, he offered it to Zanja. "Why don't you give it a try next, we can see who catches the first Fishy if we take turns," Competitions were fun after all.

"Though I think NapZ has the advantage in this, he's done a lot of fishing before."

[Mir]

Mir was already focused on the task at paw, his nose wiggling nervously as he tugged his rod up and down in hopes of imitating a small fish. "You tugsy-tugsy the bait like this." he explained, not caring if they were listening or not. "Makes the fishy think your bait is alive. Make them wanna bite it. And when they bit, you feel the pull. And then you pull the fishy out!"

[Esla Tor]

"Right..." Esla murmured, feeling a bit silly for bringing it up. If there was an issue, it would have come a long time ago at the beach party a while back. Then again, with that many Jedi about, sharks and other predator fish weren't entirely an issue.

When Mir went about his ritual, Esla gave a questioning look at Mir but slowly turned her attention to the cooler. She scoped it out once more and fumbled her way to one of the alcoholic beverages, that didn't look like it was labelled any sort of jus she knew.

"That seems pretty easy enough," she said as she fanned herself with her hand. It seemed like the fish had it easier than they had it, considering the heat. Maybe jumping in the water wasn't a bad idea. "Maybe it'll be a fatfish. Mir and I had those the other day and they were pretty good."

[Silas Myles Pearson]

Silas was listening and seeing as Zanja wasn't keen on trying right away he attempted another cast. It went a bit farther then his first, and that brought a smug smile to his lips. He was learning!

"Maybe I should of brought one of those big umbrellas." Silas murmured, as he saw Aina fanning herself, but well it was too late now, and luckily enough the ocean was right there.

"A bit of shade would be nice."

[Zanja]

"Whatever fish those Ithorians cooked up back in town was pretty good, too." Zanja selected the most colorful-looking juice drink, cracked it open, and took a big swig, wandering back toward the rocks after dropping her knapsack by the cooler. "So were the bugs. This planet's a pretty good place to live, I guess."

She hopped up to perch near the boys, seeming content to just watch how the fishing went for now. (Well, as far as Zanja ever really seemed content, at least.)

[Mir]

Mir was happily tugging his rod while he ignored ~everyone. "Oi, SIlas. Hurry-hurry Gets your line in the water. The fishies are waiting for us."

[Silas Myles Pearson]

"Aye, Aye!" Silas replied to Mir as he went for another cast, hopefully he would at least get a bite this time. "They have a lot of good fish here, so I guess whatever we catch will be tasty. Well, unless it's posionous or something?" Did fish come in posionous? "I still haven't tried the bugs though..."

He glanced at Di.. "Were the bugs really that tasty? They seemed toturn Que a bit green."

[Zanja]

Zanja shrugged, watching the line dance where it met the water. "Depends what you're used to. I like them. Nice cheap protein... crunchy." She grinned. Small invertebrates were a lot more affordable than meat or cultured protein on the planet where she'd been born. Extra legs and exoskeletons: the taste of childhood nostalgia.

"Those Ithorians made theirs extra tasty," she added with an air of happy reminiscence. "Anyway, whatever you guys catch should be good too. If you get something."

[Silas Myles Pearson]

"Maybe I'll have to try them then." Silas mused as he continued to reel in the line Suddently he paused as somethign started to tug back. Eh? What did Mir say?"

Wide eyed he looked at the others. "What do I do?!?!"

[Esla Tor]

Esla picked through the offerings in the cooler and curiously picked out of one of the alcoholic drinks in her hand. She pursed her lip and went quiet at the talk of bugs. They didn't look too appealing to her when she sat at that table. Perhaps she had been missing out on a delicacy but her meeting with the Killiks made her less enthused about trying out the local speciality.

She perked up when it seemed like Silas caught something! Rather lost too, she paced about behind Silas, not wanting to get in the way but wanting to stay close to the action at the same time. "Uhm...ah! Pull back on it? Maybe yank it?"

[Zanja]

“Pull it in!” Zanja echoed, springing to her feet as if to tackle the fish (if only it were, well, closer). “Don’t let it get loose!”

[Silas Myles Pearson]

"Eh!" He pulled back on the rod, hopefully setting the hook in the fish, though he wasn''t quite sure if he managed. Still it seemed like he, as reeling in the fish became something of a game of cat and mouse. Reeling a bit, then letting the fish have a bit of play.

That's how it worked in video games right. "I think it's a big one!" He exclaimed with joy, he was hoping to land a fat fish or whatever it was Aina had named.

[Esla Tor]

Esla threw her hands up and held on the brim of her hand at the suspect as she hopped on her feet in anticipation. "It has to be! Don't lose it!"

She jumped in and placed her hands on the upper half of the rod in case Silas might need the help.

[Silas Myles Pearson]

It probably didn't help much, but Silas couldn't help but grin at the blonder girl as she moved to help

The fish when it was landed was by no means huge, and perhaps a bit smaller then Silas had been hoping, moderate sized at best, and Silas was staring at it, as it flopped around in the net they had used to pull it out of the water. "Um... What do we no next?" He asked a bit wide eyed

[Esla Tor]

Her eyes went wide they managed to win against the fish and pulled it is in. Rather, Silas did.

"We did it!" She cheered out and shuffled away from the edge as to take a look at the flopping fish. Now she was a bit at a loss of what to do next now that they have their prize and cast a quick look to the others on the next step.