Chapter 32
Jasper
The sun is barely up, and I’m already out at the docks. Pretty much everyone on The Island has learned how to drive a boat at an early age and got their boating license, as soon as they could.
My dad and I always loved to go out fishing on a quiet morning with a thermos full of coffee, some donuts, and enjoy the peace and quiet. My favorite days were, when the water was calm and smooth as glass, like it is today. There’s a little fog in the air that gives a slightly creepy atmosphere.
I park the boat at the place my dad swears he always caught the most fish. I don’t even cast my line, as I just sit here and remember mornings much like these with my dad. He loved catching fresh fish, and then bringing them home to try a new recipe. He went shrimping once and caught so
