The small boat rocked, gently as small waves knocked against its sides and salty ocean water splashed its occupants.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" She questioned the one-eyed man who was fiddling with his fishing rod.
"Yeah," he answered, distractedly, staring at the equipment like it was some hybrid creature to be strapped down to a table and dissected.
"Maybe we should get someone who has experience with fishing?" She suggested for the hundredth time and like the previous times he refused.
"I've seen tons of guys do this on TV. It can't be that hard," he shrugged off, stubbornly, now slapping the pole against his palm in an effort to make it work.
Pearl looked away in defeat, playing with the cap Leonard had given her for lack of what to do.
Possessed by a need for act
