...one should try their hand at fishing.
Growing up in the desert, I didn't often get to visit the coast. My father and brothers did teach me how to fish at the watering holes we would travel around. Stepping out into the wet sand this morning reminded me of those times as a young girl. I salvaged the pole from this wrecked boat and gazed out onto my memories and the lovely sunrise.
I've heard about the great Captain Burbridge again. Everyone thought his treasure had been recovered, but there are rumors that there are still some pieces stashed out in the ocean. I am going to have to find my way beneath the waves in order to investigate this time, so this morning seemed like a good day to head down to where all the stories are leading.
There is a strange entrance to the water here, in amongst all the rubble, but what about all these warning signs of sea creatures and...wait, did that say mines?! Well, my tank is full, and I didn't get up this early not to check things out. Now to see if there is anything to these old pirate tales.
