Fisherman's Luck

Does Fisherman's Luck Even Exist? (II)

"Why?" Luc shouted, falling to his knees and staring up at the sky. "Why do you do this to me? Have I angered you so? What have I done to deserve such humiliation and cruelty?"

Killer was licking at the little girl, who was furiously trying to disentangle herself from the net. Luc ignored everything, simply wishing that he had a rope right now. He had extensive practice tying noose knots. Now he had a perfect situation to apply his knowledge.

"What is the meaning of this?" the little girl snapped, having freed herself from the net. Normally Luc would've oogled at her, but it was much too dark to make out any features. Besides, from her size, she couldn't be more than eleven or twelve years old. Luc might've been a creep, but he wasn't that big of a creep.

"What is the meaning of this?" Luc shouted up at the sky. "Please! Give me a sign!"

"Shut up!" a voice echoed in from the docks.

"Frick you!" Luc shouted back.

"Are you...a human?" the little girl asked hesitantly.

"Frick!" Luc shouted. He shot another glance in the direction of the sun, watching as the last rays of light disappeared.

Shouting several more curse words, Luc grabbed his oar and began paddling back to the dock like a madman. He claimed to be far from a coward, but he had no intention of running into the monster of the lake today.

With the little girl and Killer making a constant ruckus, Luc barely made it back to the docks with his sanity. As soon as his legs touched solid ground, he collapsed in a panting heap. This was what he got for losing a tiny little pearl. It was insanity for anyone to expect him not to lose it!

"Hello?" asked the little girl in her soft and accented voice.

"Who the frick are you?" Luc snarled, turning around. He immediately turned the other direction, shielding his face. "Why the frick are you not wearing any clothes?"

"Um," said the girl. "What does the word 'frick' mean? You use it quite often!"

"Frick!" Luc shouted angrily. He undid the sash at his waist, pulled off his tunic, and tossed it at the little girl. "Put on this fricking thing!"

"What is this?" asked the little girl. "Is it...a clothes?"

"Just put the fricking thing on!" Luc roared.

There was some shuffling and some silence.

"Um...I don't know how."

Luc's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets and he glanced around furtively for a rope anywhere on the dim, torch lit docks. Sadly, the only ropes aplenty were already put in use on the boats themselves. Speaking of boats...

Luc whirled around, trying to avoid the little girl holding the tunic in her hand dumbly. To his horror, Luc found that his poor wooden raft was nowhere to be found. In his haste to escape the monster of the lake, he had forgotten to tie his boat to the docks!

"Frick!" Luc shouted. Killer barked happily, running circles around the little girl's thin legs.

"Excuse me," said the girl, glancing up at Luc with large innocent eyes. There was something off about her eyes, but Luc was too pissed at the moment to care.

"Frick," Luc muttered under his breath and averted his eyes as best as he could. "Turn around."

The girl obeyed him and allowed him to slip his tunic onto her arms and over her shoulders. He grabbed his sash and quickly tied the tunic shut at her waist.

"What...is this thing?" the girl asked.

"Frick," Luc muttered and began trudging away in his underwear. "Let's go, Killer!"