Hi everyone! Glad to see there's people who are still fans of Atlantis. Maybe I should have titled this "The Fishing Here We Go."

Oh well. Let me know how you like it.


It was a beautiful summer afternoon. As Milo ascended over the hilltop, he could see a wide river sparkling in the sunlight.

"Wow!" he exclaimed, "Look at the river!"

His grandfather trudged up from behind, breathing hard from the heavy rucksack on his back. "That would be the Hudson River," he breathed. "Three hundred and fifteen miles long and borders New York City with New Jersey." He sighed with relief as he took off the rucksack before sitting down on the grass.

"Hey, I see it!" Milo pointed at the landmass across the river. "Is that New Jersey?"

"No. That's Connecticut." Thaddeus pointed. "That is New Jersey."

"I don't get it." Milo then asked, "Grandpa, can we do some fishing?" He always loved to fish with grandpa and his friends at New York's harbor.

Thaddeus took a sip from his canteen before pulling out his watch. "I don't see why not. We have just enough daylight to spare."

***

After grudgingly climbing down the hill, Thaddeus found a cool spot in the shade. A few other anglers were fishing near them.

He set up the fishing poles. "You got the tackle?"

"Check."

"The worms?"

Milo paused from digging through a rotten log. "Check."

Using the grubs and worms Milo had dug, they fished from the stream bank. A breeze rustled through the leaves and from somewhere a blue jay sang from its perch.

Thaddeus sighed. "It sure is beautiful out here," he commented.

"Yep," Milo impatiently jerked at his rod. "Come on fishies. Why aren't you biting?"

Thaddeus smiled. "Milo, you can't rush the fish. It takes patience to be a fisherman." Suddenly Milo's pole began to wobble. "Whoops, looks like you got a bite."

Milo fervently reeled in his line.

"That's it Milo, reel it in."

Milo's pole began to bend.

"Wow, it must be a whopper!"

Suddenly there was a SPLASH as Milo was pulled into the water.

"Milo!" Thaddeus cried out. "Hang on lad, I'm coming for you!" He took off his hat, coat, and glasses before diving into the water.

***

Milo panicked. He couldn't really swim well nor could he tell which direction was the surface. He then noticed something gleaming in the water. Curious, he clumsily kicked towards it and saw it was a stone.

Picking it up, he swam upwards now that he knew which direction the surface was. When his head bobbed through the water's surface, he could see his grandfather frantically searching the water while calling out his name. He waved.

"Grandpa, I found something! I think it's an arrowhead."

"Milo!" Thaddeus exclaimed, relieved to see Milo unhurt. He lunged towards Milo and pulled him towards dry land before collapsing on the bank. A group of fishermen had gathered around them.

"You okay?" one of them asked.

"That was one huge fish!" another fisherman exclaimed.

Thaddeus was still busy coughing out fitful of water.

Meanwhile Milo was wildly waving the stone he had found while shouting excitedly, "It's an arrowhead! I found a real Indian arrowhead!"

Thaddeus groaned. "Next summer, we'll just go to Coney Island," he murmured.