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Post by Capt. Makoto Tikokura on Dec 5, 2019 17:14:53 GMT
There's fewer pleasures in life simpler than the isolation you experience out in open waters. The sound of the tides, the vibration of your line, the ease of the air. It's a real natural feeling, a true use of human ingenuity at its finest. If you truly want to enjoy this kind of nirvana, you gotta really plan for it. That's why a smart man stops in the good shops of Lilycove City. You can't really go wrong with the bait shops around the coastline, especially if you know some of the men owning em'.
When you spend a long time out in the waters, you can truly describe this feeling. Other ship aficionados will understand, which is just how you know where to find the best shops for your community. Word of mouth, good conversation, both are things that grow a business. If you don't even know your own streets, how can you know the seas? How can you appreciate them? Maybe there's just some of you that don't see how important these little things really are.
You can definitely expect to see a captain or two out at a time like this. Crisp January weather doesn't scare the fishes away, neither does it scare this man. Makoto was walking the streets of this metropolis without any inkling of paranoia. It'd been quite a while since anyone in the public eye had made mention of him, they're not out for a 'small fry' like him. Not until there's another big story leading to some kind of organized crackdown at the very least. For right now, he's just out in his slacks and coat, trying to find some good deals for his next fishing trip.
Just walking through the streets had just made him a bit nauseous, a common ailment. Common for those who drift out into open waters for long periods of time. You tend to lose your land legs when you expect the surface to just dip and rise with the tides. Anyone looking at the man could tell he want starting to pant and soon ending up in this quiet dry heaving throat movement. However, the old man kept himself under control and managed to stop himself before another bout of land sickness began. It'll be fine in an hour, at which he should be out at sea. For now, he's a sitting duck with a to-do list, making sure he checks the addresses to find his store.
When you spend a long time out in the waters, you can truly describe this feeling. Other ship aficionados will understand, which is just how you know where to find the best shops for your community. Word of mouth, good conversation, both are things that grow a business. If you don't even know your own streets, how can you know the seas? How can you appreciate them? Maybe there's just some of you that don't see how important these little things really are.
You can definitely expect to see a captain or two out at a time like this. Crisp January weather doesn't scare the fishes away, neither does it scare this man. Makoto was walking the streets of this metropolis without any inkling of paranoia. It'd been quite a while since anyone in the public eye had made mention of him, they're not out for a 'small fry' like him. Not until there's another big story leading to some kind of organized crackdown at the very least. For right now, he's just out in his slacks and coat, trying to find some good deals for his next fishing trip.
Just walking through the streets had just made him a bit nauseous, a common ailment. Common for those who drift out into open waters for long periods of time. You tend to lose your land legs when you expect the surface to just dip and rise with the tides. Anyone looking at the man could tell he want starting to pant and soon ending up in this quiet dry heaving throat movement. However, the old man kept himself under control and managed to stop himself before another bout of land sickness began. It'll be fine in an hour, at which he should be out at sea. For now, he's a sitting duck with a to-do list, making sure he checks the addresses to find his store.
