beating upon the shore seemed to match the rhythm of the woman's stride. With every step, she seemed to push herself deeper inside of his heart, and it both frightened, and delighted him. How, he wondered, could someone have such an effect on him, having known her less than a full day?
"We are here," she said without turning as they approached a bay that was almost too small to even call a bay. "They like this place the best."
He was tempted to ask what "they" were, but figured he would be finding out soon enough. He was learning that questioning her usually left him empty handed, or more confused than he was before. More, it seemed, could be learned by simply observing, and he certainly had no trouble with that.
"You do the netting," she told him as she turned to reveal her captivating eyes, "and I will set up camp."
Reaching forth, she took the green basket from him, and saw that he was struggling to find the right words.
"You don't know how to net, do you?" she asked with an enticing smile that left him simply shaking his head.
"Ok," she continued as she set the basket down on the white sand, "I will show you."
Eagerly he handed her the net, and followed her as she turned, and went into the water a little deeper. Without breaking stride, she found the weighted ends, and cast one of them to the other side of the small bay.
"After you do that," she explained over her shoulder before continuing to move, "you walk around the edge of the water.â€
When she had gotten to the other side, she pulled in the net with nothing in it, and said, "There, that is how you do it."
"I think I can handle that," he replied as he began to walk across the small bay, only to find out that it was a bit deeper than he had first thought. Still, he acted as though he had not made such a blunder, and turned to walk along the shoreline.
"I am sure that you can," she stated as she met him half way, and tossed him the net. "Can you keep up with me though?"
What kind of question was this, he wondered, as she walked past him as though she had just buried him in the sand? He turned her way, but she did not offer any more.
"Ok," he thought aloud as he turned back to the water, "I think I can do this."
First, he tried throwing one weighted end with his right hand, as he held onto the other end with his left. It made it about two thirds of the way across, but as he followed the edge of the shore, he found that the net followed him, and he could not get to the other weight.
Not discouraged, he pulled it in, and tried again in the other direction, though found the same result.
"You are not going to do this to me," he spoke down to the net in his hands, before finding the stone weight, and drawing back on it to make about a three-foot distance between it and his hand.
Carefully he rocked it back and forth, until he felt that he had built up enough momentum. Then he began to twirl it, allowing for some slack when the momentum made it possible.
He let out a loud grunt at the same time that he released it, and was quite delighted that it had made it all the way across this time. Running to the other side, he pulling it in with nothing but a few seaweeds in it, but was not discouraged at all. He was just glad that he had finally been able to do it, so he cleaned it out, and quickly wound up for another toss.
"Very good," she complimented as she brought a bundle of wood from the jungle, and dropped it in the sand before walking over to him with a long stick, and the basket.
"The stick is for the fish," she told him as she stuck it in the ground, just outside of the water's edge. "Just thread them through the gills."
Then she set the basket down next to the stick.
"This is for everything else," she said before turning back to what she had been doing, "including the seaweeds."
He figured this meant that she had seen him toss aside the first set of seaweeds, so he decided to grab them up when he returned there.
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"We are here," she said without turning as they approached a bay that was almost too small to even call a bay. "They like this place the best."
He was tempted to ask what "they" were, but figured he would be finding out soon enough. He was learning that questioning her usually left him empty handed, or more confused than he was before. More, it seemed, could be learned by simply observing, and he certainly had no trouble with that.
"You do the netting," she told him as she turned to reveal her captivating eyes, "and I will set up camp."
Reaching forth, she took the green basket from him, and saw that he was struggling to find the right words.
"You don't know how to net, do you?" she asked with an enticing smile that left him simply shaking his head.
"Ok," she continued as she set the basket down on the white sand, "I will show you."
Eagerly he handed her the net, and followed her as she turned, and went into the water a little deeper. Without breaking stride, she found the weighted ends, and cast one of them to the other side of the small bay.
"After you do that," she explained over her shoulder before continuing to move, "you walk around the edge of the water.â€
When she had gotten to the other side, she pulled in the net with nothing in it, and said, "There, that is how you do it."
"I think I can handle that," he replied as he began to walk across the small bay, only to find out that it was a bit deeper than he had first thought. Still, he acted as though he had not made such a blunder, and turned to walk along the shoreline.
"I am sure that you can," she stated as she met him half way, and tossed him the net. "Can you keep up with me though?"
What kind of question was this, he wondered, as she walked past him as though she had just buried him in the sand? He turned her way, but she did not offer any more.
"Ok," he thought aloud as he turned back to the water, "I think I can do this."
First, he tried throwing one weighted end with his right hand, as he held onto the other end with his left. It made it about two thirds of the way across, but as he followed the edge of the shore, he found that the net followed him, and he could not get to the other weight.
Not discouraged, he pulled it in, and tried again in the other direction, though found the same result.
"You are not going to do this to me," he spoke down to the net in his hands, before finding the stone weight, and drawing back on it to make about a three-foot distance between it and his hand.
Carefully he rocked it back and forth, until he felt that he had built up enough momentum. Then he began to twirl it, allowing for some slack when the momentum made it possible.
He let out a loud grunt at the same time that he released it, and was quite delighted that it had made it all the way across this time. Running to the other side, he pulling it in with nothing but a few seaweeds in it, but was not discouraged at all. He was just glad that he had finally been able to do it, so he cleaned it out, and quickly wound up for another toss.
"Very good," she complimented as she brought a bundle of wood from the jungle, and dropped it in the sand before walking over to him with a long stick, and the basket.
"The stick is for the fish," she told him as she stuck it in the ground, just outside of the water's edge. "Just thread them through the gills."
Then she set the basket down next to the stick.
"This is for everything else," she said before turning back to what she had been doing, "including the seaweeds."
He figured this meant that she had seen him toss aside the first set of seaweeds, so he decided to grab them up when he returned there.
For what must have been
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