A Morning Of Meetings ~ (Tom)

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The sun was just hardly rising by the time Cecil and his family had been out on the docks fishing for about an hour now. Like always, Cecil was bored senseless. His brothers were sitting with their feet hanging off the dock patiently - the perfect fishermen. Cecil's father and mother were further down, and on the opposite side of the dock, trusting the four boys to do what they were supposed to. But since when had Cecil done what he was told? Listening to authority figures wasn't fun. Whether it was a teacher or a parent, Cecil would much rather do what he wanted and the way he wanted to do it. 

Why is fishing so annoyingly boring? It should be exciting. Cecil sighed and looked over at his brothers. They seemed perfectly entertained by the work they were doing... like always. They look like they're watching the Games the way they stare at their rods... he made a face and went back to looking at the water, swinging his feet back and forth till one of his older brothers would scold him and mutter "You're scaring away the fish." What fish?! There are no fish! That was when Cecil decided that he wouldn't play by the rules much longer.

"So long my dear brethren, I do hope we will met again someday." Cecil said, standing up, setting his rod to the side, and diving right into the water. He dove deep and opened his eyes, the sting of the water didn't bother him anymore, and he could see relatively well for the water wasn't as murky as usual. Swimming down a few feet under he saw a small fish wriggling around in the water. 

Cecil smirked to himself, prepare to become dinner my friend... he quickly swam towards the fish and grabbed a hold of it. It squirmed in his grasp but Cecil kept a strong grip on it's scaly and slippery body. It had taken years of failed attempts to catch fish, but Cecil had finally perfected the fish grabbing technique. He was quite proud of it. 

Letting out a small chuckle, he looked up towards the surface, somewhat surprised none of his brothers came to pull him out. They were probably debating on who was going to jump in and leave their rods unmanned. 

As Cecil was losing air, he decided to swim back up to the surface before he passed out from lack of oxygen. 

Cecil popped up above water only to not be greeted by the sight of the dock and angry faced brothers. The dock was now a good ways away, and his brothers were mere lines on the dock, standing up and waving their arms and yelling out to him. Well the tide is a lot stronger than what I thought it was... maybe that's why we aren't catching any fish. Looking around him Cecil decided that he wasn't in the mood to swim all the way back to the dock (only to be yelled at by his father and brothers), so the only logical thing to do was to swim out to shore. 


Keeping his ever squirming fish in hand, Cecil began to slowly propel himself towards the shore. A ten minute swim was easy for him, but with the fish it got a little more complicated. He only had one hand available at a time - sometimes - and he had his feet to kick him forward. 

But eventually, the poor brunet's feet hit the sand and he trudged onto the beach with his now very unhappy fish.