The Docks, Friday
Jack arrived at his boat to find it... occupied. By a cute little furball-type thing. It didn't seem to be doing any harm, so he let it run around while he set out his sign on the dock, which read:
Captain Jack's Wild Ride
From the water, the island looks less crazy!
Then he set up his chair, got a beer, and dropped a line in the water.
Eventually, he noticed it watching him with those big, adorable eyes. "Do you mind?" he asked. "I'm fishing."
"Fitch-in?" The creature made cute little grabby-paws gestures at Jack's fishing rod.
"Yeah, fishing. Why, you want to fish, too?"
After a little bit of back-and-forth, Jack ended up grudgingly tying a line to a wooden dowel he found and perching the little fuzzy on the side of the boat so it could fish, too.
Captain Jack's Wild Ride
From the water, the island looks less crazy!
Then he set up his chair, got a beer, and dropped a line in the water.
Eventually, he noticed it watching him with those big, adorable eyes. "Do you mind?" he asked. "I'm fishing."
"Fitch-in?" The creature made cute little grabby-paws gestures at Jack's fishing rod.
"Yeah, fishing. Why, you want to fish, too?"
After a little bit of back-and-forth, Jack ended up grudgingly tying a line to a wooden dowel he found and perching the little fuzzy on the side of the boat so it could fish, too.