Wheeling Gull Isle and what is it you say to them?

Sorry for the wait! I’ve been sick!

Mm. Well. He didn’t seem keen to argue with her about the fact that the island belonged to her now. That was good, or she’d have to get physical with him. His next words, though, made her skin prickle beneath her fur. He wanted fishing tips? From her? Oh, man. Now she was wishing she had never lied and told him she knew how to fish like she was some kind of expert. He would expect her to know what the hell she was doing now! She groaned internally, her face betraying nervousness and embarrassment, ears swiveling back against her head for a moment as she tried to regain her composure. “Uhhh…” she began, looking around as she desperately attempted to remember anything she had learned about fishing.

“Come on!” she called suddenly, turned and making her way into the water. “You won’t learn much if you’re not in the water!” She waded in so that she was knee-deep in and stared down at the water in front of her. “Um…” Think, think, think! What had she learned about this. “Well, the first thing is that you can’t move around a lot.” That was true. She remembered her first crappy attempts at fishing, flailing in the water and trying to chase the fish as the waves battered her around. “The fish are much faster so there’s no point trying to chase after them if they get away. You just have to hold still and wait for them to come to you.” She was feeling a bit more confident now, but still nervous, since she’d have to put her money where her mouth was and prove that she could actually catch something.