It had been a relatively successful day of fishing and Eli was ready to pack it in and go home. All he had to do was collect everything he had caught and put it on the cart to deliver to the market, but of course, as soon as he moved to put the first package in the cart, he bumped it and sent it flying down the dock. Eli let out a long, defeated sigh, “Do you mind pushing that back?” He asked, to the person closest to him
There was no foreseeable reason Jordan would be at the docks. Of course, this on principle was reason enough for Jordan to go to the docks- like a cat, Jordan’s favorite places were the ones he shouldn’t or had no reason to be in. Strolling down past the various boats (older fishing boats for the locals and the few shiny, overpriced mini yachts vacationers parked out there when they invaded the island), Jordan was shocked as a package skidded towards his feet.
As soon as he recognized the source of the voice, Jordan’s expression relaxed. “Flying fish!” he yelled over-dramatically, swooping down to pick it up in one easy motion as he laughed, “You sure these are actually dead, dude?” he asked Eli as he walked over to the other man, “Need some help?”












