FFXIVwrite 2023 - 04 Off the Hook
The rains were coming down rather hard, thick heavy droplets splashing into the sea, the sound an overwhelming watery cacophony.
Most people had the sense to go home or seek shelter and wait out the storm, but Riina Guoljaar was not most people. She loved the water, she loved the rain, and knew that this weather would be perfect for fishing. She checked with the Skywatcher in Limsa Lominsa every day the past week, and when finally the forecast called for rain, she grabbed her raincoat, her fishing rod and made for Eastern La Noscea. There she took a small row boat off the coast and set up on the shore of the little isle with a lighthouse.
Fishing was in Riina's blood. Her father taught her, and his father taught him. It was a common thing for many Sea Wolves but she was proud of her heritage. Though she preferred to spear fish, some days nostalgia called her to the to relax by her fishing rod instead, and this was just one of those day.
It was a little over a decade ago that Riina caught her first fish, and it was in this very place. She was sixteen going on seventeen, still a bit short for a Roegadyn her age. If she hadn't been the splitting image of her father Guorjarr, her mothers virtues would have been called into question, but Riina was so much like her father, and regardless of the peculiar ears atop her head, he had never treated her as anything less than his blood.
Riina had spend most of her time with her mother before they moved away from Sharlayan, but when the exodus happened and her parents decided to take up residence in Vylbrand, her father was around more and more, and he began to teach her about sailing and fishing. Her mother wasn't happy, and hoped she'd take up medicine like her, but when Riina took on her fathers pass times like a fish to water, no one dared trying to change her mind.
Riina had been helping her father with tasks for a few months, and on this particular day he'd bought her her very first rod. The weather had turned bad, and she lamented thinking they'd have to leave right when they'd gotten to their spots. Guoljarr however assured her that the weather wouldn't interrupt their fun, and they settled into a peaceful rhythm of casting and reeling.
For a long time Riina didn't get a single bite and she pouted unsure of what she was doing wrong. They had the same bait, she had studied her fathers form, and she was sure she was doing everything right.
"What am I doing wrong father?" Riina whined over the pitter-patter of the rain.
"The fish can sense your restlessness Styrmbryda." Her father chuckled deeply, reeling in his fifth fish, a Merlthor Goby that he ended up releasing as it was rather small.
Riina continued to pout, one hand on the rod as she peeked out into the dancing waters from beneath her rain-hood. It seemed out of the blue when there was a tug at her line, and she let out a shrill "Oh!" in surprise.
"I got a bite dad!" Riina shouted excitedly grabbing on tighter and beginning to reel, but as she moved to pull the line pulled back, and much harder. It was as if there was something as big or bigger than her on the other end. "Dad!!!" was all she could manage, before the words faded into a shriek of alarm her feet beginning to slide towards the water, unable to get purchase in the sand and gravel.
"Woah there lass!" For a man his size, Guoljarr moved surprisingly fast, his own fishing rod all but abandoned as he too shouted in alarm. He grasped onto Riina with one arm, the other gripping right above the reel seat. "You've got a big one Strym!" he exclaimed "I've got you lass, get it, you can do it!"
Riina had been frozen stiff, unable to do much more than hold onto the rod and reel but at her fathers encouragement she gritted her teeth and began to fight whatever it was on her hook. Ten minutes passed, twenty minutes, and then half a bell. Riina could feel her fathers heart racing at her back, and her own in her chest. Whatever was on her hook was not losing strength, but she was just as determined.
"Must be a shark, or a marlin. One hell of a bastard at that." Guoljarr muttered in disbelief.
It was then that suddenly the line went slack, and Riina blinked, frowning as she squinted past the rain and her wet bangs. "Did the line snap?" she wondered aloud. Her question didn't go unanswered for long, for a shadow, barely visible in the ran began rushing up from beneath the surface. A great torrent of water shot up, the force loud enough that it drowned out the rain, and from the jet of water leapt a great shadow nearly three yalms long.
Both Riina and Guoljarr could only gape in alarm their eyes following it as it launched into the air, forging a great arc with it's snake-like body before it then fell back into the the watery depths. If they were wet before from the rain they were now drenched as the torrents of water sprayed them. They were so caught unaware that all they could do when the line went taut again, and flew from their grasps they just stood blinking as the massive monster made away with it all, the hook, the line and their wits.
Miraculously, Guoljarr's rod had survived the ordeal, perhaps because the beast had scared away everything else.
After relocating to the other side of the island, with the help of her fathers trusty rod, Riina caught her first fish, a large twelve ilm Harbor Herring, which was much less impressive than her elusive sea serpent. It also however was much easier to take back home for their dinner.
Authors note: Riina about to go get her Of Dragons Deep title and catch the Nepto Dragon. It took me YEARS to finish that damned quest.
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