“Yes, that you’d been talking to it.” Oscar dropped his hands from his head and sat up. “A nature spirit lived in that fish. That’s why it acted so strange. I just found out, myself, and should have told you sooner. Killing it is very unlucky.”
Oh great. Radhi sighed internally. Just what he needed, bad luck, on top of everything else.
Oscar leaned over the gunwale and grabbed the fish by the gills. He pulled it on board, as long as his arm. “Since you shot it, we might as well eat it.”
He grabbed a knife from the tackle kit, slit the fish’s belly from gills to tail, and pulled out the guts, throwing them overboard. He dropped the fish in the raft. “Get in. I gathered wood. I’ll make a fire. We’ll have a feast and celebrate—since you love me.” Oscar smiled wider than Radhi had ever seen
