Temerarious Tabias- Fishing on Charlie Lake

“Dad brought the boat, Mom brought the sandwiches, and I brought the chips.”

Tabias explained to Sister, her face red and steaming. No one had been talking; the tension on the boat had grown once the mistake realized. Sister had left their only drinks on the counter at home. The ship hardly moved in the calm Charlie Lake water. The sun beat down on them was hot. Father fished, and Step Mother read. Sister complained, “I’m thirsty.”

“Then, you should have brought the pop!” Tabias exclaimed, his fox tail twitching irritated. He was thirsty as well, and the bear hat was already dipped in the lake several times to cool him down.

“Someone forgot it,” Sister went on, crying and whining. Step Mother was ignoring the fight, holding her Stephen King book higher.

“It was you!” He snapped. Bringing the argument to an end, Father whipped his fishing rod over the boat and dropping water on both kids.

Tabias laughed, Sister cried louder, but it was Step Mother that stood up.

Her book, dripping wet, crumbled in her hand. The cover floated off and fell to the surface of the water. Everyone watched in silent horror. The ripples slowly dissipated into the smooth surface of the lake.

A shadow appeared beneath the book cover. It grew in size before smashing free of the water’s surface. The giant fish turned the calm horizontal lake into a vertical water tornado. The jackfish was a monster. His forehead painted with an angry brow, his tail a sharp knife, and the silver of his scales shone brighter than the sun at that moment.

“Woah,” Father exhaled.

“Get him,” whispered Step, Mother.

“Sushi!” exclaimed Tabias.

“I didn’t forget the pop,” Sister stammered.

Father dropped a line back in the water, the fish bolted to the East, and Step Mother jumped to action. The race was on, and Father cranked the engine into full gear. Everyone forgot their thirst and pursued the monstrous fish. For an hour and a half, the family didn’t fight with each other. They fought with the largest pike fish they had ever seen.

Step Mother drove the boat, keeping Father’s line tight on the fish. Tabias had the net ready, and Sister even held the fish club. The fight was magnificent, the fish was maleficent and the feast they had that evening, was miraculous, even without the missing pop.

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