"Why do you always catch more fish than me?" Elijah Hastings seemed a bit unhappy. "And the fish are bigger too!"
Sean Knight touched his nose, could it be because he had the ability to see through the water and locate the fish?
Seeing that Sean didn't say anything, Elijah didn't ask any further.
Perhaps Sean's fishing skills were just superior.
In fact, they didn't catch that many fish, just three or five for each person.
As the big ship sailed, the fish they caught were comparatively larger and more aggressive. Sean caught a bluefin tuna nearly a meter long. Penson Smith clamored to make sashimi, and Sean, not knowing how, handed the fish to him and his subordinates to deal with.
When they stayed at the New York Harbor, there were plenty of fish to eat.
That evening, they indeed had fish for dinner.
Sean didn't see who the cook was, but the taste was surprisingly good.
Penson picked up a plate and a fork, eating the grilled fish as he approached Sean, and asked:
