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When your uncle asks you on what bearing you wish to head, indicating the other fishing boats that are heading south, you feel a sudden compulsion to show off. You tell him that you will be going the opposite direction, toward the north, hugging the coast as much as possible. Your objective will be to find some place inland, a lagoon or else a river, which, although difficult to reach, will hold less competition.
Your uncle does not for one minute question this possibly dubious decision (at least, not out loud) but goes to his task in silence. It is then, in the following hours, that you demonstrate to your uncle the extent of your talents with the sail. Not only do you manage to navigate through the treacherous rocks on the northern coast, against which the skeletons of broken boats can still be seen, you do it in record time. The wind favors you this day, but it is your own skill in tacking and a preternatural sense of when and how those winds change that wins the day.
Even if you had caught nothing, the look of awe and admiration in your uncle's eyes (in shape and color, so much like your father's) was reward enough. However, you manage to find a hidden lagoon which you guess has not been graced by the likes of men in many years for the fish are plentiful and of good size.
You decide to:
>Cast your nets here and catch as much as you can. Amid such abundance you are sure to catch something.
>Set traps and move on to another location. Traps are perfect for an isolated location such as this.
>Cast your lure and attempt to catch some bigger fish. There must be something big lurking that preys on the other fish.
>Write-in
