Wheeling Gull Isle New places, friendly faces

John intently listened to Caracal speak about himself and Heda, the kids, and traveling. He simply nodded.

At the tide pools, his fellow man explained all about the islands cuisine, and then he mentioned all the different sealift to eat, “It definitely won’t get boring.” He laughed, “I will grow to like fish, I’m sure. Although growing up I had very little.” The idea of fishing sounded fun, to him. But he was glad that there were active mammals for prey options as well. 

He looked around for a moment, oddly staring at the waves, then all of a sudden, he ran towards the surf. He dove into the water and brought his head up, a snack size fish in his jaws.  He paddled back to land: “Guess this is my lunch!” John beamed, dropping the fish. “Is there a way I must prepare it first?”

I love to fish, but I don’t randomly dive into the water. Lol. I stand patiently on the beach. Just cast and reel, cast and reel….. :D