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

He hadn't even seen the fish, too busy tending to a softly bruised ego after his awkward catch. Needless to say, he was rusty. Time away from the ocean had dulled the skills he once honed with hard work and confidence.

Whatever though. Surely he could pick back up where he'd left off soon enough.

Silver eyes glanced between the water and his blonde companion as she asked a question. Did he want to embarrass himself again? No, but he did want some more fish to take back inland. His shoulders rolled and words followed. Yeah why not.