I pulled my line and a fish showed by itself. I could not believe what I saw. It happened since 2 minutes after I threw the hook into the river. Immediately my heart was happy.
"You ever heard of great people coming out of laziness, Gwen?" I swing the fish right in front of him.
“Rubbish, Mark! No kidding!" said Gwendoline resentfully. The salmon flutter causes a splash of water as an extra personality of my cool. Gwendoline who looks like she's trying to wipe off the splash for her extra cuteness.
I took water until half filled the bucket next to me. Then I put the fish in it.
"Oh, so this is called salmon?"
"Yeah, one of the most respected fish for its delicacy. It makes delicious food whether prepared raw or cooked. The flavor tends to be stronger than Trout.”
Well, it's not like I ever tried, but according to the book Mr. Fischenich.
“Oh!” Beckey said in amazement, her eyes twinkling.
Meanwhile, from the end of Gwendoline's fishing rod, it was also moving. Her annoyed face was now excited, her smile as wide as the ocean.
“Oh? Usually the third is luck!”
I threw my hook again.
"Oh really? Enjoy your holiday!"
I have absolutely no regrets about asking Gwendoline out. As a nerdy girl, who tends to be alone and always under a roof, I have to pull it out to try the outside world. It's not like I know other people's past, sometimes my intuition is sharp for sensitive things. I want Gwendoline to remove the barrier between everyone.
It also wasn't bad getting to know Beckey, an athletic girl, also the type who likes to go out like picnics. Instead she tends to be in the roof too. I remember last year, she got all red grades. Because of that, Beckey didn't get a chance to spend time having fun, every night I saw her walking outside alone. It's quite sad for a girl who looks like she's chattering a lot from the front.
“You want to try fishing, Beckey?” I asked.
"With pleasure!"
Then I teach her a little about the basics. It's pretty simple, when your handle moves, then just pull out the holder and play with the pulley.
Gwendoline pulled in her third catch.
“Wow! Well, at least it's not perch. Hmm… trout?” Her left eye brows rise. She said with a not too satisfied face.
I let go of the hook carefully and put it in Gwen's bucket.
"Well, pretty big. I thought you could be proud."
"You think so?"
I nod in agreement.
After a while, Beckey's bait went unanswered. Her face looked a bit bored, but at least she let the cat go. I mean, cats and fish. I can't go to the police if a cat took one of our fish, right?
After letting Gwen and Beckey have fun with the fishing rod, I stepped back a bit and lay down on a grass bed which was unexpectedly quite comfortable. The grass is quite a lot and low. They are also downturned and a bit moist rather than dry upright which makes the back a bit itchy.
"Gwen, you said you were familiar?"
"About Garnache?"
"Yeah."
“Garnache? That's not the person Mr. Juan? That's the continuation of the story after you left, Mark,” she replied.
Hearing that I was little shocked. At first, my eyes started to droop, but suddenly they opened into ovals.
“Eh? No wonder I feel like I've heard of it,"
"That's the one of the customers who bought up all the crickets and caterpillars. As you were leaving he added that this Garnache had not been seen since the incident at Widehope,” Becky said clearly.
“Huh? What incident?”
"I dunno, the story ends there."
“Come to think of it, I've also seen that name in the newspaper archives. But it doesn't really matter to me, the restaurant that almost got its first Michelin Star,” Gwendoline said confidently.
"Almost?"
Gwendoline's fishing rod quivered again.
"Yeah, her name is involved in a case. It was at night, dinner. The only eye witnesses are the child, his wife, his two assistants and guests." She said while holding firmly her fishing rod.
“Uh-huh. A guest, said the investor, her hand pulled the fishing rod with difficulty. “Mark, this is so heavy!”
I rushed to help Gwendoline. It's like pulling a shark if you imagine it up high, but if you're pessimistic, these are probably boots.
When it had reached the surface, I rushed to the end of the hook. I don't want it to run away or the fishing line is broken. Even though it's cheap, buying it again is almost impossible.
I hugged the fish tightly even though it was moving a lot. I don't care if my clothes turn out to be fishy, what matters is the results! Even wet is not a problem.
"It's huge!" I said amazed.
That surely was an huge trout I’ve ever seen.
I told Beckey to put down her fishing rod and get the other empty bucket to fill with water. The bucket Beckey had brought was still unused. The problem is this fish is two and a half times the size of the medium. Even the bucket that Beckey gave, still seemed a little cramped for this huge trout!
"Now, Mark, that's what you call a professional!" Gwendoline made a face.
"Well, you got it, little rookie!"
Meanwhile, Beckey's fishing rod moved for the first time.
"Mark, mark, look!" she added excitedly. “I-it moves on its own!”
I told her to calm down and follow the basics of catching like Gwendoline did. Fish appeared on the surface. And that makes a second salmon. Too bad for Gwendoline, that she is really wanted to catch one. But it ate Beckey’s bait.
“Grrr…! I'm going to join the salmon club!” Gwendoline excitedly threw another hook.
It didn't take as long as I'd imagined, our bucket was full. The time was about three o'clock in the afternoon, which meant that we should be back soon. Before that we headed to Fishmonger in Malton to sell these fish. It only takes 10 minutes from the Derwent River. After that we took the bus to go back.
Too bad, gwendoline still hasn't caught a single salmon. Beckey and I caught one more for a total of four salmon. Meanwhile, Gwendoline catches tons of trout. She even names herself "the girl the trout loves" as a mockery of her.
Although Gwendoline didn't manage to win a single salmon, she did win over herself. She has one additional friend, Beckey.
"Is it a dream? Or will I have bad luck?” I asked while counting the results of the sale of fish earlier.
“Hey, stop it!” said Gwendoline.
“Words are prayers, Mark!” Beckey added.
"Well, I mean it's 150 pounds!"
Usually I get a third. Logically, with three buckets there is more space for fish. After all, I also have two power assists. Let's be more rational.
I split the money fairly. I handed it to Gwendoline first.
“Huh? No, thank you!" she refused.
I pinched her cheeks lightly
"Oh come on sweeties, papa is happy now!"
I slightly regret doing that. However, the pinch revenge of her hand was almost the same as a wolf bite. Well, as an hyperbole….
“Ouch! That's not necessary, is it?"
She looked away.
“Fine, fine,” I added, shoving it at Beckey. "Your share?"
“No, Mark. Thank you for taking me on vacation,” She refused gently.
“Hey, hey, come on!”
No matter how much I begged them they still wouldn't accept the results earlier. I had no other choice but to pocket it. Maybe I'll give them another way.
The journey back to the Widehope School had been spent for thirty minutes. The atmosphere was calm and that was natural because they were also tired. While we are still enjoying the snacks I bought. Relax, I bought two stocks, but not for the one and a half liters. It wasn't like Beckey was too thirsty anyway and she still has a half. It was already afternoon anyway.
“Hey, Gwen, about the guest earlier. Any criteria?" I asked a little curious.
“Hm… as I recall it was written as a woman. I'll tell you more later."
"Hey, what are you guys talking about?" Beckey who doesn't know anything finally wants to know too. But Gwen and I had our reasons for not telling Beckey.
“Eh? No, no. Gwen and I have been like this from the start. So whenever there's some weird news and… I run into Gwen, that's how we talk about it a lot.”
Beckey's nod was a little forced.
“Strange news? Mr. Juan mentioned that before.”
Then I asked if it was exactly the newspaper I was reading.
"Hmm... it's not murder. I-I don't know, I'm not sure either, hehe."
"Hey, come on!"
"Yeah, I don't know what that means but I just heard China Girl,"
"You heard?" I asked a bit confused.
Beckey explained that they, Beckey, Gertrude and Rita, before the shop closed Mr. Juan read the newspaper and spoke a little louder. Mr. Juan said about China Girl that Beckey just mentioned.
Finally, the bus was at Darley. Meanwhile we descend from the fork. Oddly enough we heard ambulance and police sirens not far away. Maybe I should start being careful what I say.
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