Ever since I started using my father's old fishing rod, I've been catching...strange things.
Treasure chests. Glitter and gold. Artifacts, soaked but alive, begging to be rescued from the deep. Is it the water, or the rod?
I've been pulling in more wet boots, too. On bad days, I come home with a dozen of them. Who here keeps losing all their shoes? I've started stacking them up, pairing them when I can, but I'm tired of the sight.