05-15-2016, 08:25 PM
Ah, this be a beautiful day, I say. The fog is looking mighty fine and dandy today, I say.
Those were the thoughts crossing through Old Man Mister Habernathy’s mind as he paddled his white boat through the lake. This was the most wonderful life an old man like him could ask for. The sweet smell of afternoon dew and swamp fog, the feeling of sweat on his graying brow, and the fairest and most delightful lady he had ever laid his aged green eyes on.
She was sitting close to the starboard side of the boat, though thankfully keeping a good enough distance that any accidental bumps wouldn’t knock her over. She wore a nicely kept dress that went to her ankles, with regal shoes covering her feet. Her hair was snowy white, short, and curly. Her lips were a bright red, and hanging loosely on the flaps of her ears were two silver seashells; they were gifts he had given her long ago. It was a year ago, under a soft moonlight underneath a tall tree. They had been talking about how much of a close call it was when she had been caught sneaking off by her husband. She had excused herself by saying she was going sightseeing; they got a good chuckle out of that.
He grinned, taking her eyes off her to stare out into the murky waters of the pond. It had rained the day before, which had flushed out the fish. He was hopeful that he could show off his fishing capabilities towards the missus.
He paddled his fishing boat towards his favorite fishing spot: a spot near the shore of the lake partially surrounded by cattail bushes. He had learned early on when he had first bought the island in the pond that that spot was one of the best to catch fish. For some reason, the aquatic life absolutely loved it.
He lifted his paddle from the lake, water dripping from the edge as he set it in the middle of the boat. He looked towards the missus, who was holding a finger in front of her ruby-colored lips.
“Ohoho, I say, my lovely flower, I say, this is my favorite lake in all of Camelot. I say, there ain’t any that be better than this one, I say.” He said, standing up from the bow of the boat. He stretched his arms out, glad he was still more or less in shape in his old age.
She chuckled, leaning away from him as he walked to the stern to pick up a wooden fishing rod and a box full of worms. “And why do you suppose is this your favorite lake in all of Camelot, Mister Habernathy? After all, most would agree that it does not look the prettiest nor the most healthy.”
“I say, they would be right, I say. However, I say, there be some real beauts underneath these waters, I say,” He replied, piercing one of his bait worms upon the rod’s hook, “and I, I say, intend to show you them.”
“Oh you jest, Mister Habernathy! There can be no such thing in these waters!” She said, feigning disbelief as she watched him cast his line into the water. The hook landed near the cattail with a soft plunk.
And thus, they waited. The old man stood near the edge of the boat, smiling the biggest smile a man could ever make. His lover stood by, watching in anticipation.
Eventually, he felt a slight tug, followed by the string tightening and the rod bending.
Without a moment to spare, he began rapidly pulling back on the rod, his hands slowly turning back the rotary lever of the rod. The fish underneath was a fierce one, pulling back on the string with the strength of an ox. Every vein in his body popped out as he reeled it in closer and closer towards him.
He felt two arms wrap around him, pulling the rod backward with one last yank. It was all it took for the hook to part water and rise.
With a loud cheer, the couple reeled the flopping fish up into the air, staring at their prize. It was a long fish, with green, shiny scales and whisker-like appendages at the front of its snout. The hook was pierced partially through its nostril and out the left side of its jaw.
“I say… would ya look at that?” He said, opening up a small box. He chuckled as he dropped the fish inside, feeling his lover’s tug on him loosen.
“Well, I have been struck with the truth. You were right, Mister Habernathy… this lake is filled with the most beautiful of creatures.”
“I say, you’re right, I say…” He said, turning back towards the lady. He held his arms out towards her, pulling her in for a hug, “but, I say, I’ve already caught the biggest bass in these waters.”
“Oh, Mister Habernathy!” She squealed, pounding her fist into his back before planting her red lips to his, giggling all the while. They began smothering each other with kisses, ultimately laying down on the bottom of the boat. They were so ferocious, so passionate in their lovemaking that they did not hear the little girl scurrying away.
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Those were the thoughts crossing through Old Man Mister Habernathy’s mind as he paddled his white boat through the lake. This was the most wonderful life an old man like him could ask for. The sweet smell of afternoon dew and swamp fog, the feeling of sweat on his graying brow, and the fairest and most delightful lady he had ever laid his aged green eyes on.
She was sitting close to the starboard side of the boat, though thankfully keeping a good enough distance that any accidental bumps wouldn’t knock her over. She wore a nicely kept dress that went to her ankles, with regal shoes covering her feet. Her hair was snowy white, short, and curly. Her lips were a bright red, and hanging loosely on the flaps of her ears were two silver seashells; they were gifts he had given her long ago. It was a year ago, under a soft moonlight underneath a tall tree. They had been talking about how much of a close call it was when she had been caught sneaking off by her husband. She had excused herself by saying she was going sightseeing; they got a good chuckle out of that.
He grinned, taking her eyes off her to stare out into the murky waters of the pond. It had rained the day before, which had flushed out the fish. He was hopeful that he could show off his fishing capabilities towards the missus.
He paddled his fishing boat towards his favorite fishing spot: a spot near the shore of the lake partially surrounded by cattail bushes. He had learned early on when he had first bought the island in the pond that that spot was one of the best to catch fish. For some reason, the aquatic life absolutely loved it.
He lifted his paddle from the lake, water dripping from the edge as he set it in the middle of the boat. He looked towards the missus, who was holding a finger in front of her ruby-colored lips.
“Ohoho, I say, my lovely flower, I say, this is my favorite lake in all of Camelot. I say, there ain’t any that be better than this one, I say.” He said, standing up from the bow of the boat. He stretched his arms out, glad he was still more or less in shape in his old age.
She chuckled, leaning away from him as he walked to the stern to pick up a wooden fishing rod and a box full of worms. “And why do you suppose is this your favorite lake in all of Camelot, Mister Habernathy? After all, most would agree that it does not look the prettiest nor the most healthy.”
“I say, they would be right, I say. However, I say, there be some real beauts underneath these waters, I say,” He replied, piercing one of his bait worms upon the rod’s hook, “and I, I say, intend to show you them.”
“Oh you jest, Mister Habernathy! There can be no such thing in these waters!” She said, feigning disbelief as she watched him cast his line into the water. The hook landed near the cattail with a soft plunk.
And thus, they waited. The old man stood near the edge of the boat, smiling the biggest smile a man could ever make. His lover stood by, watching in anticipation.
Eventually, he felt a slight tug, followed by the string tightening and the rod bending.
Without a moment to spare, he began rapidly pulling back on the rod, his hands slowly turning back the rotary lever of the rod. The fish underneath was a fierce one, pulling back on the string with the strength of an ox. Every vein in his body popped out as he reeled it in closer and closer towards him.
He felt two arms wrap around him, pulling the rod backward with one last yank. It was all it took for the hook to part water and rise.
With a loud cheer, the couple reeled the flopping fish up into the air, staring at their prize. It was a long fish, with green, shiny scales and whisker-like appendages at the front of its snout. The hook was pierced partially through its nostril and out the left side of its jaw.
“I say… would ya look at that?” He said, opening up a small box. He chuckled as he dropped the fish inside, feeling his lover’s tug on him loosen.
“Well, I have been struck with the truth. You were right, Mister Habernathy… this lake is filled with the most beautiful of creatures.”
“I say, you’re right, I say…” He said, turning back towards the lady. He held his arms out towards her, pulling her in for a hug, “but, I say, I’ve already caught the biggest bass in these waters.”
“Oh, Mister Habernathy!” She squealed, pounding her fist into his back before planting her red lips to his, giggling all the while. They began smothering each other with kisses, ultimately laying down on the bottom of the boat. They were so ferocious, so passionate in their lovemaking that they did not hear the little girl scurrying away.
>> Frisk: Head back to Cave with Water. Attempt to remove image from memory by communicating with Friends on PesterOmni.