Dragonslayer1224

Victor sat on the edge of the docks, fishing pole in hand. The line tugged lightly, then forcefully the next. He pulled the line and reeled in his catch, a nice fat salmon. He grinned and unhooked the fish and threw it in the bucket. Standing up, he grabbed the bucket of fish and line, not forgetting the fishing case. The air was warm, the ocean breeze swept through his crimson hair, wavy bangs lifting and falling over his eye patch. Neon yellow eye glanced over into the bucket of fish, three salmon and a tuna. It was the early afternoon, the sun was overhead and bright as always in Bagato. He looked over towards the massive ship, the Silve