our sins are washed away
The Ark was docked again, which meant Saiden was mostly left to his own devices. After he'd put in his order for more supplies with Jiao, he'd gone in search of Eloise, but she proved elusive. So he'd grabbed a fishing rod and his box of tackle and set out down the Ahi Coast. He was shirtless, dressed only in a pair of shorts and sandals, with a knife and a cutlass strapped to his waist, and a small bag on his back.
It didn't take him long to come upon a deserted little pool, with just a small opening to the ocean. Setting his box down, he threaded a fishhook onto the end of his line. Then he speared a worm onto the end of the hook. Holding the rod in his hands, he flicked it into the center of pool. It splashed down, and he settled in to wait, the very picture of patience.
It didn't take him long to come upon a deserted little pool, with just a small opening to the ocean. Setting his box down, he threaded a fishhook onto the end of his line. Then he speared a worm onto the end of the hook. Holding the rod in his hands, he flicked it into the center of pool. It splashed down, and he settled in to wait, the very picture of patience.
