Wheeling Gull Isle hunting

’That’s cool,’ the male said in the most bored voice Strand had ever heard. Then he moved on and asked if she wanted to catch some fish or something, but even then he seemed… like he didn’t even want to be around her.

Wow, okay, she thought to herself, giving him an obvious once-over. What the fuck does it take to impress this asshole? I bet he’s never been attacked by a ghost.

Out loud, she scoffed, and then marched over to the water and waded in. “Yeah, sure, whatever,” she said, not looking at him. Secretly, she was praying she would finally be able to catch something. So far, she hadn’t been too successful and it was really starting to piss her off. How was she supposed to make a pack on an island if she couldn’t even fish? She took a deep breath with her eyes closed, and then opened them again and finally looked back at the male. “Bet I can catch more than you!” she challenged—and immediately regretted it.