Ice Cold Bargain I
Winter 51th 513 AV, 11th Bell
Location: The Docks
Swish did the line cry as the hook flung far out into the vast reaches of the ice cold waters, Zeltiva's air almost a frigid temperature to feel on one's own bare skin when they walked through the city. Ricky had been hard at work upholding his part of a bargain he struck with Mr. Sullins earlier this season, and more often than one would think they would find the old fisherman hard at work, spending early hours fishing as many fish as he could and then bringing them home to try and prep them for a seasons worth of preservation, though he had to actually get a bit of help from his wife who more or less needed instruction every time she tried to help. She wasn't the quickest to grasp the concept but then again it was rather tricky to get a hold of, at best she was good at preparing them as though they would be dinner. That part was the only part Ricky had to ask of her, as the fish brought home just generally needed to be ready for cooking but at the same time NOT cooked.
The reason? Salting. Ever since he finally got started on this project earlier this season, he'd spent each and every waking bell in the morning to catch up to his goal. A hundred pounds worth of fish. For the past half of the season he hadn't done a bad job, though only eighty-six pounds worth wasn't much to brag on even when winter itself made standing the cold proved difficult while fishing. Hence why Ricky wore layers, even if it made him feel hot and heavy later in the day. Every morning around the fifth bell he would wake up, force himself out of bed and come out to the docks to catch more fish. Now that he was on the way towards the agreed amount of weight, he couldn't find it in him to lighten up nor rest until at last this task was done. He was close now, so close he could almost taste it. If he could just reach that hundred mark, then he wouldn't have to worry about fishing again for the rest of the season.
He watched with exhausted eyes as the lure dipped into the water and the line bobbed a little, vigilant enough to keep a keen eye where the line itself went when he slowly started to reel in some. Finally he'd brought it close enough to him, now he just had to wait until another bite finally came along. Hopefully this would be another Bovine Guppy he'd been trying to caught, as them bastards were thick and heavy with meat all around. How many pounds did he managed to get today? Five and a half at least, so add that to the amount he'd already collected... ninety-one pounds and five ounces. He was close, definitely close to the mark. Even so he still had to consider how much meat he needed to strip off, how much bone he would have to remove in order to truly estimate a proper weight. At best he would have to catch another five pounds worth just to be on the safe side, he'd hate to come up just a hare short on his bargain after all.
Winter 51th 513 AV, 11th Bell
Location: The Docks
Swish did the line cry as the hook flung far out into the vast reaches of the ice cold waters, Zeltiva's air almost a frigid temperature to feel on one's own bare skin when they walked through the city. Ricky had been hard at work upholding his part of a bargain he struck with Mr. Sullins earlier this season, and more often than one would think they would find the old fisherman hard at work, spending early hours fishing as many fish as he could and then bringing them home to try and prep them for a seasons worth of preservation, though he had to actually get a bit of help from his wife who more or less needed instruction every time she tried to help. She wasn't the quickest to grasp the concept but then again it was rather tricky to get a hold of, at best she was good at preparing them as though they would be dinner. That part was the only part Ricky had to ask of her, as the fish brought home just generally needed to be ready for cooking but at the same time NOT cooked.
The reason? Salting. Ever since he finally got started on this project earlier this season, he'd spent each and every waking bell in the morning to catch up to his goal. A hundred pounds worth of fish. For the past half of the season he hadn't done a bad job, though only eighty-six pounds worth wasn't much to brag on even when winter itself made standing the cold proved difficult while fishing. Hence why Ricky wore layers, even if it made him feel hot and heavy later in the day. Every morning around the fifth bell he would wake up, force himself out of bed and come out to the docks to catch more fish. Now that he was on the way towards the agreed amount of weight, he couldn't find it in him to lighten up nor rest until at last this task was done. He was close now, so close he could almost taste it. If he could just reach that hundred mark, then he wouldn't have to worry about fishing again for the rest of the season.
He watched with exhausted eyes as the lure dipped into the water and the line bobbed a little, vigilant enough to keep a keen eye where the line itself went when he slowly started to reel in some. Finally he'd brought it close enough to him, now he just had to wait until another bite finally came along. Hopefully this would be another Bovine Guppy he'd been trying to caught, as them bastards were thick and heavy with meat all around. How many pounds did he managed to get today? Five and a half at least, so add that to the amount he'd already collected... ninety-one pounds and five ounces. He was close, definitely close to the mark. Even so he still had to consider how much meat he needed to strip off, how much bone he would have to remove in order to truly estimate a proper weight. At best he would have to catch another five pounds worth just to be on the safe side, he'd hate to come up just a hare short on his bargain after all.