So first things first, I'm back on FF! Yay! I haven't written fan fiction in about five months so I apologize if this story stinks, I'm a little rusty. Thanks for reading this, and I hope you enjoy the story! It takes place some time in Lies.
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Quinn had never been that important, or that popular. He'd always been just Quinn. Quinn the big goofball who could get a laugh out of anyone, Quinn the guy who brought the term "own style" to a new level, but always just Quinn.
But now Quinn was no longer just Quinn, he was Quinn the fisherman. It wasn't a fancy title or anything extremely large or important, but it was perfect for Quinn.
He was pulled out of his trance by Elise nudging him with her elbow and yelling at him about helping her pull in the net. He braced his feet on the boat's side and leaned with most of his body weight in the other direction so he wouldn't tip the boat. After a minute of pulling and yelling and a little swearing, Quinn's crew managed to pull in the net.
It was fuller than usual, a bunch of little assorted fish mixed with blue bats. More than enough blue bats to calm the Zekes for at least three cabbage pickings. But the best part was the two three feet long fish. They were huge, and he didn't know the name, but knew he had caught then before. They were meaty and tasted pretty good compared to some of the crew's other catches.
He looked up at the sky and shaded his eyes so he could locate the sun. It was time to head back and bring the fish to the mall. Quinn called out to the other boats and they began heading to shore. For probably the millionth time since the beginning of the FAYZ, Quinn looked out across the mostly calm water, and tried to remember what waves looked like. What they would have felt like banging against the side of the boat's hull.
When they reached the shore Elise tied off the boat before they dragged the net out of the boat and onto the deck. They were about to begin hauling it to the mall, when a little boy walked up behind Quinn and tapped his arm. He was around eight years old and had a curious look in his eyes.
"Is it fun fishing out there?" the boy asked as he pointed at the glassy looking ocean.
"Yep," Quinn answered as he headed over to one of the other boats to help several kids haul out another net.
"Aren't you one of the kids who helps Sam?" he asked with sudden excitement.
"No," Quinn answered with a grin, "I'm just a fisherman."
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So... I know it was short, but I hope you liked it! Comments, Questions, or Critics? Let me know in a review!
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