Fish R’ Us
Flat feet stamped along the docks, the jumbled clink and bang of fishing gear and a tackle box sounding with each step. The breeze of salty sea air did little to stifle the strong smell of fish coming from the weathered man. His din grew louder with each step until at last, the old fisherman plopped down beside the younger man.
"Nice day fer catching some fish, aye?" A thick fuzzy brow was lifted into his salt and pepper hairline. "Then again, every day is ah good day fer fishin'! Eh? Eh!" The old man laughed loudly and with great mirth, elbowing the younger man in the side as if they knew each other and were great friends.
Unpacking his tackle box, he searched for just the right lure, until he settled on something that looked like a cross between a small squid and a bug with too many whiskers and eyes. Was that even something that really existed? If so, what fish on Azeroth would possibly want to eat that?
"I hope yah remembered tah coat yer undercarriage in fish oil, or yer likely tah scare off the best catch."
@delaurac
