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The Fishing Game

“Come on over; don’t be shy. Within this tent behind me, we have a spectacle; we have a legend; we have a living sea monster—living proof that they are real and not just sea tales. The creature, however, is quite clever. Only the best fisherman can catch him,” the monster keeper announced.

“Best fisherman me arse!” an old and gray man exclaimed. He emerged from the rolled up entrance of the tan tent and threw the fishing pole on the ground.

“Better luck next time, Sir!” the monster keeper called after him with a smile as he lowered his bull horn to stoop and pick up the pole. The man walked back into the tent to see that three, determined fishermen were still going at it. There was a cylindrical, wooden bucket filled with poles for the fishermen to use freely. They were stolen poles plucked from around the docks of Nassau. The monster keeper returned the pole to the bucket and set to untying one of their fancy hooks from the end of the line.

The tank was huge yet small for a beast boasted to be the size of a tugboat. The container was submerged underground with five-feet of it above. It kept the water dark and cool, hiding the creature that not even the keepers believed actually existed. All they knew was that they were getting money to watch a fish that could have simply been the size of a minnow and was smart enough to know how to remove fish from the most complex of hooks.

Sitting over the tank was the second keeper, slumped in a chair that held his plump form like a cup of jelly. In his left hand, he held a cloth fan that he used to keep himself cool, and in his right, a tin mug of beer. He had managed to make room for a beer keg to be up there in what he called his Crow’s Nest. The pay was good, keeping him well-supplied with beer kegs. With his vest open, his hairy and sweaty belly sat in his lap as he monitored the fishermen, making sure they weren’t dumping chemicals into the pool or doing anything stupid. Heck, if there was anything in there, it should have died a long time ago for there had been countless of times where he spilled beer in the tank, and when no one was around, even pissed into the water. It had been a faster way to relieve himself than trying to will his fat ass to climb down.

With a few “drats,” “damns,” and “for the love of-“ the three visitors left in a fit, leaving their fishing poles scattered on the ground. The monster keeper sighed in exasperation as he went to retrieve the poles.

“Why am I doing your job?” the monster keeper called to his associate.

The pudgy man grinned and chuckled at him, “Because you wanted to be down there, and I wanted to be up here.”

“Good thing I chose wisely then. I wouldn’t want to look like you,” he grumbled.

“You mean sitting on your arse and getting paid to drink beer?”

“Shut it!”

His associate laughed heartily at him before he washed his mirth down with a few heavy gulps of beer.