Stranded {{Murdoc X Reader}}

Truth or dare?

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Mature Themes
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The plastic beach was no longer in sight, no land was to be seen, every horizon showing nothing but the crystal blue ocean. Luckily, the weather was on our side, the sea as calm as a lake, the sun glistening on the minute ripples of the ocean. It's just Murdoc and I right now, and that's how it's going to be for a while.

I sit on the boat, leaning my body on the side of the ship as I look down below me, watching marine life swimming underneath me. Murdoc is eagerly threading fishing line through the eyes of his rod, a smile on his face as he gains excitement from the idea of fishing whilst on the move. I keep track on our direction, following the poorly drawn map Murdoc drew up for me along with a compass. It seems like we are on track.

We haven't spoken a word since we got on this boat, and it's been hours already. I don't know why, but the atmosphere is kind of awkward. I attempt to make conversation with him.

"So err... Murdoc. What are you hoping to catch out here?" I ask.

He looks over to me in response to my question smiling.

"Oh, hoping for some mackerel, they would be handsome to chuck on the pan gutted." Murdoc grins. "You want to try fishing?"

I look at him, and analyse the rod and how he has threaded his line through.

"Sure, I'll give it a go." I take ahold of a rod and open up the bail arm of the reel, threading the line through the eyes carefully.

"Right luv, now you need a lure clip and I'll give you a lure to pop on the end of that, okay?" He says, putting his hands on my shoulders as he watches me thread the line.

"Ok... What kind of knot?" I ask.

"Simple, you thread the line through the lure clip like this." He threads line through the swivel on his set up and loops it. "Now you twist the line, leaving a hole by the swivel to later put it through." He slides the line through the hole, tightening it with his grip and snapping excess line with his teeth. "Got it?"

"I think so." I copy him as well as I can, twisting the line before threading it through and tightening it. Murdocs head rests on one of my shoulders as he grabs the swivel and snaps off the excess line again with his teeth.

"All sorted luv, now time to put on a lure." He clips on a silver lure for me. "Now you chuck it, you know how to cast?"

"Pretty much, done this a while ago though." I respond whilst flipping open the bail arm, resting the line underneath my finger and letting it go as I cast, the lure flying through the air about 70 yards out.

"Nice cast darlin', now just jig your rod and wait for a bite!"

I love it when he calls me pet names.

I reel in the lure, slowly jigging it as it paddles towards me. I feel a knock every now and then, but nothing eager to bite. Murdoc gasps as his rod folds in half, reeling in manically.

"I got something!" He cries, as he powers down on the reel, eager to get it to the boat. I reel my lure up to the boat, no fish, and wait for Murdoc to finish reeling in his fish before I cast again.

"This feels like a beauty." He sniggers between his short breaths, the fish is obviously giving him a fight. After a fair few minutes in, he manages to reel the fish up to the side of the boat. "What is this?"

"Oh, it's an Albacore, mackerel family. Will taste very similar to Tuna." I reply confidently.

"Dinner?" He grins.