Irene crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Jackson with confusion in her eyes.
"And how exactly do you plan on doing that? You planning to wrestle them out with your bare hands?"
Jackson grinned. "Something like that."
Before she could protest, Jackson plunged his hands into the water, moving quickly to scoop up a fish.
The fish, which also looked different from the typical ones, wriggled freely before he could get a solid grip.
Irene snorted. "Yeah, that’s working out great."
"Hey, at least I’m trying!" Jackson shot back, almost rolling his eyes. "You got a better idea?"
Irene scanned their surroundings, thinking of another way. Then, her eyes landed on a large, curved piece of driftwood.
She picked it up, testing its weight.
"Maybe we can make a trap with this
