Post by neekolas on Feb 19, 2011 20:55:51 GMT -6
Samuel grunted as he dragged the net in, surf splashing around his knees. 'Il Samuel was next to him, poor little brouhan was up to his hips in the water, struggling to keep his feet as much as bring in the net. 'Iggy Samuel was across on the other side, the glubber big enough to haul his own corner. He grinned and coughed, rewarded with a splash of salt into his teeth and beard as his thoughts turned to how little help 'Il Samuel really was. But the little bubbler would grow into the work, they had all been where he was.
As they got to shallower water, and the assortment of fish started thrashing about more desperately and dragging against the bottom, all three of them were grunting and pulling, muscles and sinew straining under the skin of the larger Samuels. 'Iggy Sam barked out a bellowing, wordless call to the two other Samuel siblings sitting on the beach next to weighted plots of wood. They raced each other, shouting exchanges of "Hup, Hup, Hup, Hup!" in time with their own steps, making a rather disharmonious rhythm between the two as they dragged their respective plots. Three for each, all attached by ropes with stakes on the bottom. Mobile fish trap. Best idea, or best idea?
Samuel ultimately decided it was best idea-tier, but having two glubbers set up the plots while he was fighting hundreds of fishs' desire to get back to the sea was kind of garbage.
He planted his feet, sinking them into the loose sand of the low surf, and closed his eyes. Let the sun warm his back and dry his trousers while 'Il Samuel panted and the Middlins went about staking the large plots around the sea-sides of the net. If those flitter-brained bait-fishes staked the net to the sand instead of just enclosing it again, he was going to plant his feet in their teeth, glub it all.
One of them whooped a signal, their task complete, and the three Samuels holding the net heaved a collective gruntsigh and dropped the net, the fish immediately throwing up water around them as they dropped back into the surf and struggled to escape the net.
And then: the bombshell. Samelia called from further along the beach, past where the four Bigger Samuels' dohgs ('Il Samuel hadn't gotten his yet, and he was a mite sore about it) were wrestling. He couldn't quite make out what she was-
food! Food?
FOOD!?
They still had a net to gather!
With a collective yell, the Samuels each tried to run. He was sure the two who set the plots were at the biggest disadvantage, but his own feet were still buried in the sand! Struggling to pull them out, the little glubbin' 'Il Samuel decided to be a little traitor. Instead of just straight running, he went under his older brother's leg, catching a knee on his shoulder and sprinting off, flipping Samuel back-first into the surf with a strangled wail. He managed to avoid inhaling any salt water, but he could already hear the splashes of the other two Samuels. Man, he was boned. He just laid in the water, letting the panicked fish flop wildly next to his ears while he stared into the sky through the water, blowing bubbles from his nose and ignore the small sting in his eyes. Sometimes you got bit in the rear and you just had to settle with it. Now was one of those times.
He raised his legs straight out of the water and slammed them back down, using the momentum to bring his torso out of the water.
Right as Brouhan was checking to see if he was okay. The dohg's paws slammed into his chest, forcing him back down, but Samuel wasn't gonna take this sort of treatment twice, no sir. With a roar (It started out as bubbles under the surf, but he was working on it, don't worry. It was going to be very intimidating, just you wait), putting his hands under Brouhan's forelegs as he raised up out of the water, hacking and coughing (Okay, he'd get it next time). The dog flailed and barked wildly in his grip, and he summarily tossed it to the side, letting it splash amongst the fish. A glubber to be sure, but he knew not to nab these fish. Net fish were sellfish, yous see.
He watched Brouhan splash about, playing with the terrified fish, for a bit, rubbing his chest where the dohg's claws had left large welts.
He turned back to beach-side, sighing at the fact his siblings were long gone and surely eating by now.
BUT, WHADDAYAGANNADO?
Work, thats what.
He hopped up onto one of the plots and walked across them to the back end of net as Brouhan bounded back onto the beach and around the plots to hop and play in the less-crowded surf outside them.
He stuffed his hands in his soaking pockets as he stared at the net, grumbling internally. This was not a one man job, man. With a sigh, he bent down far and grabbed the net, cursing at the fish flailing at his fingers. He paused for a moment, gathered himself, and heaved upwa- oh glub.
He almost fell in, almost pulled something in his back. So much went wrong with that.
He reset his grip, shifted his feet, shook his head with a huff, and heaved again, this time making a bit of leeway as the net came out of the water and some fish at the beach-side end managed to find their way out.
Only a couple more hundred fish to go, NO BIG DEAL.
Emptying a net was garbage work, it was.
He heaved again while Brouhan splashed around. He didn't have thumbs, couldn't help with this particular work, but he'd stay with his master. Good dohg.
Deadglow little glubber, but a good dohg.
As they got to shallower water, and the assortment of fish started thrashing about more desperately and dragging against the bottom, all three of them were grunting and pulling, muscles and sinew straining under the skin of the larger Samuels. 'Iggy Sam barked out a bellowing, wordless call to the two other Samuel siblings sitting on the beach next to weighted plots of wood. They raced each other, shouting exchanges of "Hup, Hup, Hup, Hup!" in time with their own steps, making a rather disharmonious rhythm between the two as they dragged their respective plots. Three for each, all attached by ropes with stakes on the bottom. Mobile fish trap. Best idea, or best idea?
Samuel ultimately decided it was best idea-tier, but having two glubbers set up the plots while he was fighting hundreds of fishs' desire to get back to the sea was kind of garbage.
He planted his feet, sinking them into the loose sand of the low surf, and closed his eyes. Let the sun warm his back and dry his trousers while 'Il Samuel panted and the Middlins went about staking the large plots around the sea-sides of the net. If those flitter-brained bait-fishes staked the net to the sand instead of just enclosing it again, he was going to plant his feet in their teeth, glub it all.
One of them whooped a signal, their task complete, and the three Samuels holding the net heaved a collective gruntsigh and dropped the net, the fish immediately throwing up water around them as they dropped back into the surf and struggled to escape the net.
And then: the bombshell. Samelia called from further along the beach, past where the four Bigger Samuels' dohgs ('Il Samuel hadn't gotten his yet, and he was a mite sore about it) were wrestling. He couldn't quite make out what she was-
food! Food?
FOOD!?
They still had a net to gather!
With a collective yell, the Samuels each tried to run. He was sure the two who set the plots were at the biggest disadvantage, but his own feet were still buried in the sand! Struggling to pull them out, the little glubbin' 'Il Samuel decided to be a little traitor. Instead of just straight running, he went under his older brother's leg, catching a knee on his shoulder and sprinting off, flipping Samuel back-first into the surf with a strangled wail. He managed to avoid inhaling any salt water, but he could already hear the splashes of the other two Samuels. Man, he was boned. He just laid in the water, letting the panicked fish flop wildly next to his ears while he stared into the sky through the water, blowing bubbles from his nose and ignore the small sting in his eyes. Sometimes you got bit in the rear and you just had to settle with it. Now was one of those times.
He raised his legs straight out of the water and slammed them back down, using the momentum to bring his torso out of the water.
Right as Brouhan was checking to see if he was okay. The dohg's paws slammed into his chest, forcing him back down, but Samuel wasn't gonna take this sort of treatment twice, no sir. With a roar (It started out as bubbles under the surf, but he was working on it, don't worry. It was going to be very intimidating, just you wait), putting his hands under Brouhan's forelegs as he raised up out of the water, hacking and coughing (Okay, he'd get it next time). The dog flailed and barked wildly in his grip, and he summarily tossed it to the side, letting it splash amongst the fish. A glubber to be sure, but he knew not to nab these fish. Net fish were sellfish, yous see.
He watched Brouhan splash about, playing with the terrified fish, for a bit, rubbing his chest where the dohg's claws had left large welts.
He turned back to beach-side, sighing at the fact his siblings were long gone and surely eating by now.
BUT, WHADDAYAGANNADO?
Work, thats what.
He hopped up onto one of the plots and walked across them to the back end of net as Brouhan bounded back onto the beach and around the plots to hop and play in the less-crowded surf outside them.
He stuffed his hands in his soaking pockets as he stared at the net, grumbling internally. This was not a one man job, man. With a sigh, he bent down far and grabbed the net, cursing at the fish flailing at his fingers. He paused for a moment, gathered himself, and heaved upwa- oh glub.
He almost fell in, almost pulled something in his back. So much went wrong with that.
He reset his grip, shifted his feet, shook his head with a huff, and heaved again, this time making a bit of leeway as the net came out of the water and some fish at the beach-side end managed to find their way out.
Only a couple more hundred fish to go, NO BIG DEAL.
Emptying a net was garbage work, it was.
He heaved again while Brouhan splashed around. He didn't have thumbs, couldn't help with this particular work, but he'd stay with his master. Good dohg.
Deadglow little glubber, but a good dohg.