Aaron paddled steadily alongside Edrin, guiding the boat across the calm waters.
After scanning the surroundings, he pointed ahead.
"Edrin, we’ll fish here."
They were about 700 meters from shore, where the water shimmered with quiet promise.
Edrin stopped rowing and smiled, handing fishing rods and bait to both Aaron and Torvald.
Torvald hesitated, glancing at the water.
"Sir Aaron, are you sure we’ll catch anything here?"
Edrin chuckled, his grin wide.
"Mr. Torvald, you might not know, but Aaron’s a master at fishing. He once caught five orange fish in a row!"
He nudged Torvald playfully.
"Go on, cast a line. If nothing bites, we’ll move."
Aaron said nothing.
He simply baited his hook, cast the line, and within a minute, pulled out a gleaming blue fish.
Torvald blinked in su
