Suddenly, Caleb Mercer's eyes lit up with excitement. As a veteran fisherman, seeing the large fish swimming in the river made his hands itch for a fishing rod. If he could catch a few of them and bring them back, the girls would absolutely shower him with praise. The mere thought of it made his lips curl into a wide grin that was harder to suppress than the recoil of an AK-47 assault rifle. He calculated the time he had left. With roughly three hours remaining before the train departed, he had more than enough time for a quick fishing session.
He quickly scoured the surrounding area for materials. The forest was abundant with tough plant fibers, which he easily extracted and braided into a sturdy fishing line. He then employed an ancient fishing technique by sharpening both ends of a sma
