DIFFERENT NAMES FOR THE SAME THING / fishing

[roan ;]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — The thought of Captain Goldie as a child... it seemed utterly impossible to Roan. She was so big, and powerful, and confident. The thought of her tiny and still learning everything, like he was now? He really couldn't even form the mental image of such a thing, even though he knew in his head that it had been a reality at some point. Roan, like most other children, thought little of the state that he was in right now. He thought that it wasn't fair, the fact that he was still so small and still had so much to learn. Still, so many adults wished that they could go back to the months where they were just an innocent and excitable child like him. One day, he would probably feel the same, but it would hopefully not be for a very long time. With people like his mother, father, Greed, Ahab, and of course, Goldie, working to protect him from the harsh realities of the world until he was ready, he hopefully wouldn't end up having to grow up as quickly as their Captain did. Quite frankly, if Roan had been able to understand the full scope of the story of how Goldie had ended up as their Captain, the child probably would've been horrified for his cousin, and grateful that nothing like that had happened to him. Still, it was such an unpleasant story that he'd probably never hear the extended cut, at least not until he was much older.

A full grin spread across Roan's face at his cousin's questioning, his entire small body seeming to wiggle excitedly as he answer, "I'm good! I'm happy, cause it's really sunny out today! Kal likes it too! It keeps him nice and warm." He was still smiling as he glanced down at the croc, who remained floating at the top of the waves to soak in the sunlight upon his scales. When Goldie mentioned fishing, Roan's eyes lit up with curiosity, his blue gaze moving over to the shifting waters splashing against the side of the boat, "Fishing...? I like fishing! I mean, mama says I'm too small to do it yet, but I've watched other people fish! It looks really fun... and Kal will really like you if you give him a treat! Although I bet he already likes you lots." He glanced over at Kal, as if expecting the scaly beast to answer, and the creature just snapped his teeth in a sort of greeting, before falling silent once again. Roan nodded his head obediently at his cousin's warning about the waters, and he subconsciously moved a little closer to the point of the boat where Kal lingered nearby. He knew well that the crocodile would catch him and defend him from the waves with his life, if he really needed to, so it felt like the most secure location to be at, at least at this time.

The kitten watched intently as Goldie moved closer to the sea, her eyes focused on whatever movement that he was unaware of. His entire body tensed when she drove beneath the waves, his eyes widening as he put his front paws on the lip of the boat, looking down below. He could see little below the sea except for movement and splashing, and suddenly the captain was once again in the boat with him, this time with a fish clenched tightly in her jaws. An impressed gasp left the boy when he saw the size of the salmon, and he found himself bounding over to look at it, taking in the still wet scales. When he heard Goldie, he blinked before shaking his head, saying softly, "No, I haven't had one yet! I've had some fishies, but not a salmon... is it really that good?" He questioned curiously as he sniffed at the creature, trying to determine if it would taste good based on smell alone. A lesser feline or other creature not acquainted with the smell of fish or the sea might've recoiled away, but Roan had grown so used to the common scents around the Typhoon that he found himself unphased.