Caelan finished his task of clearing algae from the fishing line. He wiped his fingers clean and stood with the rod. Dusty was clear of his swinging radius so Caelan cast the line back into the water. He returned his attention to the line, adjusting his grip on the pole so that the hook couldn’t touch the bottom. All of his experience with fishing came from movies and shows on TV. The fishermen in those videos always fought with their catch. They didn’t depend on some bottom feeder to clamp onto their line.<br/><br/>“Nostalgia is a good word for it.” He smiled fondly. “I like leaving the city sometimes. I don’t often get the opportunity to miss it.” Caelan kept his fingers on the handle, mimicking prey in the best way he knew how. All he could do was picture what he thought the hook would need to look like in the water and tried to make that happen. “The inventory is pretty picked through, yeah. Depending on my mood, I can usually find something that makes the trip worth it. No harm, no foul, if not.”<br/><br/>“Maybe if we don’t have anything else to do.” Caelan nodded. “You’ve been showing me around and teaching me things. I don’t have much to show or teach that you probably don’t already know.” His only option was a trip to Walmart, which made him realize how closed off his life was.<br/><br/>He continued moving his line, glancing around every now and again to try to spot a pair of eyes popping out of the water. The reel sputtered against his palm as it spun, the handle rolling out of his hand. The pole arched towards the water, the line taut as it disappeared beneath the surface. Caelan gripped the reel firmly and took a step back into the boat, reeling the line in the same direction. “Dusty.” He held fast, not letting the fish move, but knowing the line wouldn’t hold forever. “C’mere, c’mere."