Korada grumbled to himself and furrowed his brow as he counted the pieces of silver in his hand. The smell of fish, both raw and cooked, hung over the town's small market as his last buyer walked away with their basket full of fish. With an empty barrel now the old, surly fisherman took a moment to tally up his earnings for the day. It wasn't much. His catch for the past few days hadn't been much either though, to be fair. Fishing had been sparse recently, and even Korada's spartan lifestyle was suffering. He had fish to eat, sure, but rigging, nets, fishing lines, ship repairs, and metal fittings cost money. He'd need to come up with funds from somewhere, and soon if this dry spell continued.
Stuffing the coins back into his pocket he popped the lid back onto his barrel, tipped it onto its side, and began rolling it down the street and past the town's only two story building, an old tavern that stank of fish even worse than the market, and back to the docks. He walked past a few other docked ships to his lonely boat near the end of the row, rolling the barrel back aboard, before righting it and taking a seat on it to consider his options. A hand idly toyed with the green bone-earring in one of his ears, considering the possibility of calling the fish to him, but he scowled to himself at the thought, discarding it and rumbling in thought as he watched the bustle of the few streets that ended at the docks.
Part of him considered trying for some night fishing but he wasn't quite that desperate yet. As his boat bobbed lazily he looked out over the docks for some inspiration, arms folded over his hard chest and feet planted firmly on the deck.
Not much but I need to start somewhere to get back into the swing of writing. Hit me up if you need passage along the coast, hired muscle, got some other job for Korada to help with, or any other hook really.
