open || Cast out the line and wait for a bite;;
He doubt that he'd catch any fish here.
At the port nearby Yorkshin City, Gon sat with his legs dangling over the edge, kicking them idly, watching the red buoy-like hook of his rod bob up and down in the polluted water of the port. He wasn't expecting to really catch anything; it was just that the motions were relaxing to him. He'd done this most of the boat ride to Yorkshin, when he wasn't helping the crew or sitting atop the mast.
It had been a little more than a year since he had left Whale Island. He hated to admit it, but home was growing progressively more boring for him, especially when he knew of the wonders and adventure that were awaiting beyond the currents and beaches of the island he was so fond of. He had returned there because he didn't know what to do, having accomplished his goal of finding his father, and since then hadn't found any reason nor motivation to leave. Especially when there was a reason to stay-- that being Mito-san-- and there wasn't anything he needed to go out to look for, he made himself comfortable.
But despite that, he found the solitude both welcoming and disconcerting. Everyday he found himself missing his friends, and yet he never tried to pick up the phone and dial them. He was certain one was busy with his studies-- as was he himself, catching up on all his missed schoolwork-- the other faithfully carrying out his goal, and the last was busy protecting someone far more important that disturbing him would have been a sin. 'I don't mind being alone, though,' he told himself. Gon was used to it, after all, wasn't he? And so he sat, alone, on the harbor, with his line cast out but waiting for no bite.
