" Whatcha catchin this time Dad?"
" Sixteen-pound striper," He said looking at his cards, " I need that piano wire."
" Oh, right," I pulled out the package from my old messenger bag and tossed it to him, " There it is-piano wire number twelve."
He nodded, looking at the package.
" What is that good for when you're fishing?" I asked.
" The fish choke on them," He looked up at me and gave me a smirk, " Some fish don' know what there in for when I'm out fishin'"
" Dad?"
" Hmm," He murmured after filling up his glass again and downing another swig.
" When are you going Shark Hunting again?"
" Tourist season-why do you ask?"
" Because...well..." I hesitated before I spit it out, " I um..."
" Girl, just spit it out!" Quint yelled.
I cleared my throat, " I want to hunt a shark. I mean for real, Dad! I wan't to-"
" Shoot it, I know," He pushed back into his old chair, " You've been jabberin' about it ever since you found out what hunting meant."
" So will you let me?" My blue eyes went straight through his. Eye communication is a Quint technique. Its as if we can read each other's minds by our gaze.
" You remember what happened the last time you met face to face with a bull shark, Millie? I dont want that to happen again..." He had that look all fathers have-overprotective.
" And it wont! For once I want to properly hunt a shark-I just shoot it..."
" I don't know..." He voice grumbled, " Let me think about it."
I didnt frown-I got up from my seat and patted his shoulder.
" Theres gotta be a first time for everything," I grinned, getting up my seat, streching out my arms, and going up the spiral case stairs.
" I'm going to bed," I was already up to my small bedroom, " Goodnight Captain!"