River
Kai sat patiently on the dock, fishing rod in hand. Evening was approaching, yet he still hadn't received any bites! It was aggravating, to be sure; most sensible fishermen would have moved to the river much earlier on. But Kai defiantly stayed put. If the river was his only other option, then he would much rather wait at the dock until late. Kai despised rivers. They were quick, and aggressive, and restricting. They pressured things to move forward, allowing no time to stop and breath. It's funny, he mused, that a fisherman and a sailor should find himself hating rivers.
