"High Card!" Quint yelled, laying down his five cards in front of me, giving me a smug look.
I acted as if I was deeply devastated.
" It's okay, Millie," he smirked, putting a hand on my shoulder, " You're just a little shrimp when it comes to poker."
" Is that so?" I gave it right back to him, laying out my cards, " Royal Flush, read it and weep!"
His eyes widened as looked at the organized Ace, King, Queen, Jack and ten I layed down.
" You fortuante little girl," he mumbled between sips of whisky.
" This is our fourth game tonight...I dont think its luck, Dad."
He chuckled then sighed, " Okay, take a break. I'm takin' the boat out tomorrow-finish stirrin up the chum so I can catch some fish. I'll start up another 5-card round."
" Okay," I got up from our small dining table to the buckets of fish bait, where Dad boils his shark jaws.
" And dont look at my cards." he rolled his blue eyes and shook his head, shuffling the cards.
As I slowly churned the chunks of tuna and vegetables in a broth of fish blood, dad was quietly humming to himself, laying out five cards for him and me. The smell was vile, but almost alluring...
Ever since I was four years old I've been making chum for my Dad. I remember the first time my father had me mixing bait he had already made it, and said, " Millie, mix the chum bait."
I just looked down at the mess, almost regurgitating in the bucket. Although when I looked back at him, he just smiled and watched. I'm sure my thoughts were, " It wouldn't matter if I threw up in this, it looks like upchuck anyway."
Now, a bit over ten years, I'm Amity's number one bait maker.