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. I looked at my watch and groaned, 5 o’clock. This was meant to be a holiday but o well this was fishin. This is the first time out on the open sea on my dad commercial boat with his fishin buddy’s. The rest were up and rearing to go but not me. Luckily I got up in time for burnt fish on cold toast. The smell of burnt fish stuck to my cloths as walked on to the deck. The boys were crowded around dad. He had hooked a stinger and it had been pulling him around for half an hour, I found hard to comprehend because that meant he had been out from before 4 30. The boats gentle sway all most put me back to sleep but the loud twang from dads line rang in my ears. I jumped and slipped; I didn’t hurt any thing but felt a bit sore the day after.
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