[The water is still, and that's frustrating. If it were a faster-flowing river he could wade, maybe even try to spearfish or dig for clams, but stepping into that molasses-slow estuary might instead mean never coming out again. He perches on the bank and prepares his makeshift spear while eyeing the curious nibbles at his line.
Something else is attracted to the smell of crab - not what's on his hook but what he left on the bank to use for future catches. He hears the rustle and stays still and quiet, partly obscured by mangrove roots and saplings. Not a snake like he had thought, but a lizard - a huge one, just over half his size. He waits, lets it get invested in eating the pile of bait and lower its guard, then stretches his full length with the spear in hand and pins the thing into the sand before it can escape. Boy does it fight him, though, and he grabs it by the tail right before it can run off, injured but alive.
Incidental catches end up being more profitable than the fishing, given his makeshift gear, but he returns twenty minutes later with two carp on the line, strung by the gills, and the now-cleaned monitor lizard dangling from his other hand. Everything is covered in sand, thanks to an unwelcome face-first collision with the beach on his way back, but he's beaming like a kid who won his first trout derby. Pleased to see, too, that some of the crabs have been devoured.]
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Something else is attracted to the smell of crab - not what's on his hook but what he left on the bank to use for future catches. He hears the rustle and stays still and quiet, partly obscured by mangrove roots and saplings. Not a snake like he had thought, but a lizard - a huge one, just over half his size. He waits, lets it get invested in eating the pile of bait and lower its guard, then stretches his full length with the spear in hand and pins the thing into the sand before it can escape. Boy does it fight him, though, and he grabs it by the tail right before it can run off, injured but alive.
Incidental catches end up being more profitable than the fishing, given his makeshift gear, but he returns twenty minutes later with two carp on the line, strung by the gills, and the now-cleaned monitor lizard dangling from his other hand. Everything is covered in sand, thanks to an unwelcome face-first collision with the beach on his way back, but he's beaming like a kid who won his first trout derby. Pleased to see, too, that some of the crabs have been devoured.]
Brought you something.