Flora Bloom had no idea how to fish. Mimicking the people she'd seen in videos, she cast the line far out and began to wait.
In less than three minutes, the hook she had cast far out was already near the boat again, and Flora Bloom felt the rod in her hands begin to tremble violently up and down.
"Whoa, Flora, look! A fish!"
Flora Bloom looked where Caleb was pointing. Sure enough, a shimmering silver fish with dorsal fins that glowed a silvery-blue was circling on the surface, its mouth clamped on her hook, tugging at the line from time to time.
With a mighty heave of both arms, Flora Bloom yanked the rod upward. The fish was flung through the air, following the path of her line before landing on the deck, where it began to flop about ceaselessly.
"What kind of fish is this? Why's it so ugly?" Caleb asked, backing away after the flopping fish splashed water all over his face.
