"What you are doing does not make any sense?" Because the fisherman had not acted to help me yet I decided to try my next tactic, annoyance. Its the most useful thing to get people to help you, make them so bothered by things they can't ignore you any longer. Yes I realize people do this to me too and I complain about it, but I'm a hypocrite its what I do.
"Right you know how to fish and what I'm doing is not proper because your suddenly an expert." He said this dryly I assumed sarcasm.
"I've been around, you're using these plastic things! That's not going to catch a fish, you need live bait, that's what fish eat!" I'll admit he was completely right I had no idea how to fish, as a young man many centuries ago I tried fishing, I didn't catch shit and it's colored my belief in fishing ever since.
"They're called lures, live bait is unnecessary, how long has it been since you fished?"
"At least several hundred years." He shot a look at me and I smiled in return, his look was one of bewilderment.
"What are you mister?"
"Lost in a strange place looking for a hand, can you be that hand?" He sighed and put down his fishing pole and took up his hammer.
"Well since you won't leave me alone I guess I might as well, fish aren't biting anyway." Because they were gone as well, we didn't know that at the time, but every living thing in the area was gone. All gone. And that was just the start of the problem.
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