For Edmund
Jan. 25th, 2012 08:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
noblerworldFishing in a boat was pretty simple, Seifer thought. You drove it out until you found a shoal, and then you dropped the nets, waited and then dragged the nets on board, removed and washed down the fish you kept and counted your catch. Most of the time was spent just dropping the nets and hoping that both you found something and that Edmund wouldn't try and talk to you too much.
Which was really the one black spot of the sea being back and being able to do this again, it was Edmund's boat not Seifer's and so he had to listen the other boy's suggestions. Which mostly meant that they couldn't stay out from dawn to dusk like Seifer wanted. He kept track of how many fish they caught every trip out, and every week. He knew both the most fish they'd ever caught and how many they'd caught yesterday and it both annoyed and baffled him that Edmund cared so little about beating those totals. He seemed happy just to take what they could find in a session.
Which today was a shoal of mullet they'd stumbled across around the back of the second Island.
"You up for handling this?" he shouted across as he positioned himself at his side of the nets, ready to pull them in. "Looks like we've caught some big ones."
There was no more bite in the comment then there normally was. Seifer saw the world as a series of challenges to be overcome, to prove yourself against and teasing one upmanship was the only way he ever really communicated with anyone. You joked that they couldn't cope, they boasted that they could do it all themselves and you both had a good laugh. Well, either that or else they got upset and defensive which was often just as fun.
Which was really the one black spot of the sea being back and being able to do this again, it was Edmund's boat not Seifer's and so he had to listen the other boy's suggestions. Which mostly meant that they couldn't stay out from dawn to dusk like Seifer wanted. He kept track of how many fish they caught every trip out, and every week. He knew both the most fish they'd ever caught and how many they'd caught yesterday and it both annoyed and baffled him that Edmund cared so little about beating those totals. He seemed happy just to take what they could find in a session.
Which today was a shoal of mullet they'd stumbled across around the back of the second Island.
"You up for handling this?" he shouted across as he positioned himself at his side of the nets, ready to pull them in. "Looks like we've caught some big ones."
There was no more bite in the comment then there normally was. Seifer saw the world as a series of challenges to be overcome, to prove yourself against and teasing one upmanship was the only way he ever really communicated with anyone. You joked that they couldn't cope, they boasted that they could do it all themselves and you both had a good laugh. Well, either that or else they got upset and defensive which was often just as fun.
