Chapter 89: Ancient Seeds
“I’ll give it a try. If I can avoid snapping the line, I’d rather not.”
Leon nodded and tried reeling in again. There was some resistance, but it wasn’t completely stuck—at least the line was still moving.
As the fishing line grew shorter, Leon started to think maybe it wasn’t snagged at all. Instead, it felt like he had hooked something lying on the seabed. The thought made him perk up.
He became more cautious, reeling steadily without yanking, careful not to tear the hook free from whatever ‘junk’ lay beneath the waves.
Willy had noticed something was off, too. If it were really snagged, Leon wouldn’t be able to pull the line at all. Since it was still coming in, that meant Leon might have hooked some kind of underwater debris.
It could be a piece of driftwood, an old fishing net, or even seaweed. But unless they pulled it up, Willy couldn’t be sure.
“It’s coming.”
When the line went completely taut, Leon knew he had dragged the object to the waters beneath the pier.
“Nice and slow. Let’s see what it is.” Willy leaned over the edge. As soon as Leon lifted it out of the water, he could grab it.