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

He thought nothing of the miss that had occurred. It happened, especially with such tricky creatures. Yet the curse that rolled off his companion's tongue seemed to hint that maybe she thought more of it than he had.

He moved over some to give her move space and, hopefully, widen their fishing pool some more. It took time for the water to settle enough again for anything to feel safe this way. He was determined to not freeze up this time. So he lunged when he saw the familiar glimmer under the surface. Except he had grabbed it by the rear, most certainly not enough to kill the thing. Awkwardly he flung it back towards the land where it would probably be forced to flop until it lost air.

Mildly embarrassing for both him and the fish.