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[stormweathered]

On the other side of the island, dinosaurs roamed the earth. Well, the island if they were actually going to get anywhere near technical about this, but Jurassic Island was pretty much bound to be derivative and Crichton could do gorillas and dinosaurs and Castle liked to think he was better than that. He'd get there one day

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[dale_cooper_fbi]

"Mr. Castle," said Dale, giving him a hearty greeting when he saw him out on the dock. "Good to run into you again. I see you're keeping yourself fairly busy, as adventurous boys have kept themselves busy for many generations. ANy luck?"

[stormweathered]

"I think I've had more luck with taming my ex-wives than I have with fishing," Castle admitted, waiting a beat before looking at Dale with a pointed look. "And my ex-wives are feral creatures of the wild, dangerous and unpredictable." Also beautiful, but that part needed no taming. "Do you fish?"

[dale_cooper_fbi]

"Badly," admitted Dale, "but I've picked up a thing or two here and there. Though I have an outdoor spirit, I do not always have the outdoor skills to back that up."

[stormweathered]

Castle inclined a dubious look on Dale. "I just cast my line above the water in a valiant attempt to be manly and forage my own fishing line out of sticks and string. As bad as you are, I'm fairly sure you still have me beat. And maybe, just maybe, two heads will be better than one." In other words. "Please, for the love of fishermen everywhere, you must help me," he pleaded.

[a_royal_bastard]

All was quiet on the island yet another day. Alistair certainly didn't mind, and was as relaxed as he always was after a successful patrol. He walked along the beach with Duncan at his side, his sword safely against his back in its scabbard. He'd not had to use the weapon yet, but it seemed important to be prepared despite his uneasiness of using it.

The sight of a man attempting in vain to fish made him pause, and he had to bite back a grin seeing the attempts.

"I was just about to suggest you aim for the water," he said, sounding a little amused as he moved closer, a grin rising onto his face. Duncan sat beside him, head quirked a little to the side. "Not that I have extensive knowledge in fishing, mind you, so I could be wrong."

[stormweathered]

"I live in a loft in New York," Castle explained before even looking at the man, turning and letting out a 'yeow' of great impressed reaction because...because. "Oh good god, please tell me you're going to let me fish with that sword. I promise you, it will work oh so much better than what I'm doing now," he said eagerly. It just wasn't everyday you saw a sword like that.

[a_royal_bastard]

The word 'loft' meant nothing to him, but he did know New York. Another person from Earth, it seemed.

"Sorry?" he asked at the request, eyebrows knitted in confusion. At first he thought he had just misheard him, but his expression said otherwise. "I don't think metal and water mix well, actually. Or that a sword is the best thing to use for fishing."

[stormweathered]

"Yeah, but think of all the stabbing!" Castle said excitedly, making little gestures with his hands. "Come on, please?" Wheedling was his next step in all this and he was starting to feel desperate, but come on, it was a sword. "It's more than big enough. Which..." Castle gave a low chuckle. "I mean, I'm not saying anything about a complex, but people might. Not-me people."

[inariver]

A frown etched into her features, she tilts her head slightly as she watches the man attempt and then attempt again to cast the line. She knows more about catching fish with hands and nets than with lines and poles, but it does not take a great mind to work out that there is something not quite right.

Stepping onto the dock, she stands there for a moment before shaking her head and replacing the frown with a slight smile.

"I do think, sir, that it may be in the wrist."

[stormweathered]

"My wrist is sadly devoid of fishing talent," he remarked with a dubious and disappointed, as if he had mailed away for it a couple of weeks ago and it still hadn't shown up. "I don't suppose that you're somehow a secret fishing guru? Because if so, bestow upon me your great...oh hey, wait, you're my neighbor!" he announced, shoving off the old topic onto the new one. "Someone told me your name is actually Ophelia. Is that true?" he asked curiously.

[inariver]

His enthusiasm sparks her to recall that she has seen him before, always in passing as happens to almost everyone here after a while.

Ophelia's smile flickers for a moment, the discomfort of disbelief of a fact that she bitterly knew to be true showing on her face. A solemn nod as she gingerly touches one of the posts of the dock with her foot. "Aye sir, I am she who is known as Ophelia," she replies looking up at him through her lashes. "Does thou always confront thine neighbors with such vigor?"

[stormweathered]

"Well, if all my neighbors were as gorgeous as you and bearing such an amazing name, I just might have to," he agreed, stepping forward and gesturing to her hand, as if asking if he could take it and shake it or just touch it or...well, and wasn't that a funny way of speech, considering she was named Ophelia. He didn't think launching into a verse from one of the soliloquies would go over so well, so instead he just did his best to bow before her. "Ophelia," he said, fond and amazed at once. "Let me ask you a very serious question."

Sober and serious now, he went on. "If I ever need a cup of sugar, would you be so gracious as to share it?"

[thedevilhisdue]

"Pretty sure most of de good eats are a bit farther out den dat," I say wit' a smirk, flicking my wrist out towards de water before I go back to crossing my arms. I try not to haunt any places here too regularly, but de docks have some good memories for me and some guy being way more confused den a stick an' a string have any right to make a man is somet'ing you definitely don't see every day.

"You do know dey have people who'll do dat for you, right?"

[stormweathered]

"Yes, but then how will I take my hard-won conquests home and announce to my empty home that I am a man who can fish," he finished with deep pride and a nod of his head. "...of course, I wouldn't say no to an electronic fishing rod if you've been carrying around one of those?"