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"We ought to fish together more often. Perhaps after a few months, there will be no more trash, and only fish will catch our lines." He had to wonder if maybe those cuffs were just the same pair being caught over and over again.

Mot grunted as something heavy caught his line, struggling to bring it to the surface. "Oh my Jack.. I found treasure!" Mot beamed, hastily detatching it and looking inside.

"Oh.. I think it might all be fake though.." Costume jewelry, not real jewelry. Shiny none the less?

"Haha, good catch Mot." Kettil compliment was pretty sincere. After all Mot could give that to some little scareling ghoul and completely make her day, unless he decided to keep it.

The Muut gazed over at Shun, "As in...? Like you find random stuff or is it always this relaxing? I dunno. I enjoy it. It is one of the few things I can sit still to do without crawling out of my skin because I'm bored or whatever." Kettil replied as he reached up a free hand to scratch at his jaw.

There was a weight at his line that caused him to reel in again only to find a arm attached to it, "...Welp."

"I was referring to the random objects. We.. have not been catching many fish considering.." Shun replied before staring at the arm and boot that were added to the list of 'not fish'.

Reeling in again, he found nothing at the end of his hook once more. Though, he realized that he was missing bait. Perhaps that was why. He quickly stuck on a worm to fix that, then cast it back into the water.

"Ooooh seaweed! Hey, Shun? Isn't seaweed used for that sushi you talked about?" Mot mused, casting off his line once more.

A while later, another pair of fuzzy handcuffs was reeled in by the cowboil. "Oh come on! Is this the same pair?" He cast it to the pile of junk they'd collected.

"Wonder what it'd take to get it prepared," he said thoughtfully as he freed his line and set the seaweed aside for now. He recast his line.

Kettil peered at Mot, "The handcuffs love you so much, Mot," he made a kissie face at the other boil in a taunting manner.

He sort of shifted from side to side and eventually reeled in his line to find a pair of crotchless panties, "Ehmmm..."

"Not sure," Shun said to Kettil before staring at Mot, "What? There's plenty more in the ocean if you really want seaweed."

As far as Kettil's find, the Reaper had nothing to say. As with the Cowboy, he would rather not know. For now, it seemed that their luck with fish was not quite there, as a crab managed to get away from them.

Waiting a little longer, he soon reeled in a living creature.

...

Barely living creature. The eel was rather ill and did not look healthy at all. With a grimace, he took it off the hook and tossed it back. That was not something he would want to eat.

"Oh wow.. so much." Mot commented as he too reeled in some sea weed. "Quite common, it seems."

"Haha. So much seaweed," Kettil laughed a bit and shook his head. He caught a glimpse of Shun's latest catch. "Wonder how many of those are dropped into the water out of surprise and shame," The Muut questioned thoughtfully, mostly to himself.

After a few moments he got a rather hearty tug on his line and after a bit of a fight he had managed to real in a smaller sized swordfish - at least smaller than most of it's species - but larger than their catch to this point.

"Wonder if this'll fit in the bucket..." Kettil said thoughtfully before he went to work cutting the line and tethering it to the nearby post on the pier to take in later. It could struggle there if it wanted but he'd be taking it home. Kettil then spent the rest of the time fixing the line with a new hook.