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Chapter 4: Fishing Lessons"G-gosh, is the w-water always this c-c-cold?" John asked, his teeth chattering.
Summer rolled her eyes. "You're such a baby. Now, the first things to remember with spearing fish is that you have to keep perfectly still. If you see a place where lots of fish are heading to, you can go there, slowly. If you scare a few away, odds are they will be back if there's food there."
"I think I see a spot like that," John said, pointing.
"That's a good spot. You can go to it," Summer said. John started forward. She added, "Be careful. Some areas of the river are-"
Splash!
"-deeper than others," Summer finished, surppressing giggles. John resurfaced and got to the nearest shallow spot. "Are you okay?"
"Well, I caught one," he answered, smiling, and held up a carp by the tail. This sent Summer into hysterics.
"C'mon back," she said still giggling. John sloshed to her. She saw his shoulders shaking. Oh no. I didn't mean to make him feel bad by laughing. But soon she realized that he was laughing to the closer he got to shore.
"I'm guessing that's not how you catch them?" John said, trying to look angry and serious.
"Obviously. That's what I gave you the spear for," Summer quipped back at him, sending them both into giggles.
"Maybe you should handle the fishing," John said.
"Yeah. Unless you want to try again…"
"No thanks. I think one dunk is enough for today!"
"Alright. You go back to the cave and get warmed up."
Later on…
Summer crawled into the cave with half a dozen fish. Looking over at John, she saw that he was staring at his catch with a blank face. She decided to have one more giggle for the day. "Do you want that framed and mounted on the wall?"
John chuckled and replied, "I'm sure the neighbors would find it quite attractive."
"And I'm sure that they'd love to hear about your amazing battle for it," Summer added, giggling like a maniac.
"So, do we cook these, or eat them raw?"
Later still…
"That was good. You're a decent cook, for a boy," Summer said as they finished their meal, watching him closely to make sure she hadn't offended him. After all, she meant it in a good-natured way.
"You're a good cook too. And a good fisher, for a girl," John shot back with a smile.
"You know, I'm glad that you're here. Not that I'm glad your plane crashed, just that you're here. I was getting pretty lonely. And even though I've only known you for such a short time, I feel we've been friends forever. I probably sound like an idiot right now."
"No you don't. I am personally glad to be of service," John said, putting his arm around her. "I have the feeling that we're going to have plenty of time to get fully aquatinted." Summer smiled up at him.
"We should probably get some rest now. Tomorrow, I plan on going further into the island. Hopefully we won't be meeting any more of the natives."
"Yeah." They both went to their respective beds. "Goodnight, Summer."
Summer was struck with another idea. "Goodnight, John-boy." She rewarded with another chuckle from the other side of the cave.
Yeah, I know, it's a crummy over-used joke. Sorry, I just couldn't help it. I've been dying to use it!