He was fairly certain it wasn't a boot; the line jerked and resisted his attempts to reel it in and Hadama had to focus very carefully on not pulling too hard on the pole and breaking either the line or the mechanism. His concentration was intense, but he managed not to drop the rod when a light voice called out from above him on the jetty.
"Indeed," he rumbled distractedly, eyes on where the line disappeared into the constantly-changing surf. He didn't dare take a look up at whoever had joined him, but he gave a courteous nod as something squelched to the wooden planks nearby. From the smell he could well guess what it contained. "Your luck today has been good?"
Another jerk back and the line reeled out a foot before he stopped it and began to tease it back towards himself once more, slowly and inexorably working it closer to the shallows.
"Indeed," he rumbled distractedly, eyes on where the line disappeared into the constantly-changing surf. He didn't dare take a look up at whoever had joined him, but he gave a courteous nod as something squelched to the wooden planks nearby. From the smell he could well guess what it contained. "Your luck today has been good?"
Another jerk back and the line reeled out a foot before he stopped it and began to tease it back towards himself once more, slowly and inexorably working it closer to the shallows.
