The shrill sounds of steel fishing lines screeched in the dark. Five rods were docked on the yacht's railing as if it were rigged to be a fishing vessel. Irving walked onto the deck, bringing a cooler filled with ice and carbonated drinks. The ones peppering the sides reached inside as soon as Irving placed it down. Ice fell to his feet, but he cared too little about them.
He was more focused on watching Eugene and everyone manning the fishing rods. Irving grabbed two cans and whisked off to join his human friend. He could simply hand the cold can to Eugene since the other person was only watching Claude.
"Come on, come on…" Jameson contained his excitement as they watched Claude battle with the big fish. It pulled more than Claude reeled back. He glanced at the rogue werewolf. "Almost there…"
