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It was a quiet day out on the sea which wasn’t unwelcome as it made fishing easier to handle, though if he was honest, he does like the occasional rough sea, liking the feel of wind whipping into his face, or his boat rocking in the waves. His hands on the railing, he looks out to the wide sea, listening to the sea gulls calling out on the search for food, knowing that soon they will guzzle down whatever leftovers he will throw back into the ocean. Pushing away from the railing, he starts to haul the net back onto his vessel, grunting at the weight. Other fisher told him to finally get a winch that hauls the net back in for him, but Castiel prefers the manual labor to the help of machinery. After finally having brought in the net, he watches the fish flapping helplessly around for a moment before he starts to sort out the too small or damaged fish, throwing them back into the ocean, sea gulls immediately starting to dive down onto the surface to snatch up what they can.
Castiel shakes his head at the greedy birds, getting back to sorting through the fish, putting the good ones away into boxes with ice. He doesn’t expect to find a squirming creature, knowing it’s away from their usual place to be. Carefully he picks he octopus up, lifting it to examine if it’s hurt or not from being in the net with the other fish. “How did you get here, huh? You’re a little away from home, aren’t you?” his brothers would mock him for talking to the octopus, but for Castiel it’s always been normal to talk to any kind of animal, be it a cat, or a bee or any other kind. Feeling the tentacle wrap around his arms and the suckers practically latch onto him he chuckles softly. “Well, aren’t you clingy like an octopus?” smirking at his own joke he looks out to the ocean again, squinting at the sea gulls that will stick around for as long as he has fish to throw out. Looking back to the octopus, he tilts his head, thinking for a moment. It would be a shame if the gulls snatched the octopus up after he’d put him back into the ocean, as it was just unfortunate to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, so he carries it over to a bucket and carefully tries to peel the suckers off his skin which is a lot harder because as soon as he took off one tentacle, the others latch back onto him. “I don’t want to hurt you, you know. I just want to put you into that bucket so I can go back to work and set you back later because if I do it now, the gulls most likely will go after you, so letting me go would be much appreciated.” He murmurs with a sigh, knowing that the octopus won’t understand what he’s talking about. Apparently this is going to take a bit until he can get it off of him.
