Fishing For Trouble [Open]
Jan 26, 2012 17:54:59 GMT -5
Post by Frances on Jan 26, 2012 17:54:59 GMT -5
Frances breathed in and out slowly as she sat on a wooden dock; she had been fishing from it since she was 6 and it always brought back good memories of her brothers. The sun was shining gently, scattering light onto her wet body and creating shadows from the people fishing in the murky water.
She had been fishing since 11am and 3 hours later she had a decent sized haul; but it still wasn't enough. After selling half of it, she wouldn't have enough to feed her family. So, sighing, she stood up, shook her long, blonde hair and dived expertly into the water. It was cool and refreshed her body.
A small spear was strapped to her thigh and she closed her fingers around it, preparing to attack; slowly, she sneaked up to a shoal of fish and threw her spear into the biggest one in the group. It flew through it's body and pinned it to the sea floor. It died instantly. Quickly, to make sure no one stole her kill, she bent down and picked up her kill. Frances put it in the reed pouch around her waist.
The sand was disturbed and she couldn't help noticing a gleam among the sediment; curious, Frances curled her fingers round the object and pulled hard. It was stuck. She tried again with more force and flew backwards as the object came flying out.
Frances regained her balance after the embarrassing fall and peered at the object in her hand. It was a ring; gold with a huge ruby set into it. She had never seen anything so beautiful and yet, it felt wrong. Like she wasn't supposed to have it. As if no one was. However, she pocketed it and swam back to shore. Secretly hoping that no one would see her.