Fishing Tackle || Ricky and Dave
It’d be good to get back on the water, Dave thought to himself. Being underneath it? That was already one hell of a thing. There was no escaping the wonder of seeing the world in bright technicolour, of being able to feel every ripple of that water through his body. The land was great for socialising, for talking and meeting people, but the ocean was a dream.
All the same, sometimes he wanted to be man over seal, and still enjoy the water. Not to mention that it was cheaper to catch his dinners than buy it, in either form. It’d be nice either way to get to know some of the local fishing folk, like this Ricky guy. Good to know people for the company, and the information both on the town and the waters. The last twenty years had been lonely enough without Dave avoiding meeting new people, just as long as he was always prepared to say goodbye.
He’d had a look at the kid’s pic online - well, he wasn’t really all that much of a kid, was he? But still young. Easy enough to recognise too, standing easily by the locks, hair catching in the breeze. “Morning!” He called, raising his hand to catch the man’s attention. This one had a deep animal scent to him too. “Ricky, am I right? Nice meetin’ you. I’m Dave.” He offered his hand to shake.
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