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Bluelighter
The morning began dark and cold with just a hint of a breeze. Pete and Fred launched the boat effortlessly, switched on the navigation lights and motored off to one of their favourite fishing spots. The apprehension that Fred had been feeling gradually lifted like the fog that rose off the water as the sun crept gently over the horizon. It was going to be a great day.
Shortly after 8am and following a frugal but satisfying breakfast of bananas, Fred suggested to Pete that it might be a good idea to get the festivities under way. Word had it that Pete?€™s biscuits were of extremely good quality and would in fact ?€œput us on our arses?€ to quote the bakers delivery man. So a single heart topped biscuit was shared between the two good friends and they settled back into their fishing.
Time rolled on, and after an hour Fred was feeling a little anxious, had sweaty palms and a desire to take deep breaths and exhale, saying things like ?€œWhewww?€. Pete, on the other hand, wasn?€™t feeling much at all and suggested another half a biscuit each. Fred initially declined, but when the bittersweet delicacy was brought out and divided he couldn?€™t resist the temptation and indulged himself heartily.
At this point things took on a whole new perspective. The sun, which had well and truly risen, shone with a golden aura that bathed the two friends in its glorious warmth. The sea sparkled and glittered like magic and a cool delicate wind took hold of their weekly worries, scattering them as easily as autumn leaves. Pete and Fred smiled at each other knowingly; these biscuits were indeed old school, as demonstrated by the soft and smooth nature of the ride.
Another biscuit was shared at about 10am and the friends decided it would be a nice idea to visit the far shore on the northern side of the river mouth. The sun shone, the river glistened and all was right in the world as they motored gently but steadily across the bay. Upon arriving, it was clear that the mates had discovered a lost paradise! Rainforest crowded upon the short but steep cliffs, exotic birds called to each other and tropical fish played together happily in the crystal blue water. It was the perfect place to fish and several foolhardy flathead fell foul of the boy?€™s lines and wound up in the ice-box. ?€œWhat an awesome day?€ thought Fred.
At 11:15am Pete looked at Fred and without any need for words which, admittedly, had been a little difficult to produce for the last hour, cut into the second last biscuit and offered a piece to Fred. Fred accepted with thanks, and thought fondly of his old mate. They had certainly been on many adventures together and this day would go down as another jewel in their respective memories to be pondered over and admired in later years.
?€œWoon nu rike a beeear??€œ suggested Fred in a thickly munted accent. ?€œWunnerfool ideer!?€ agreed Pete and extracted the cold refreshing ales from the ice-box. ?€œCheers!!!?€ the boys exclaimed and drank heartily of their delicious golden beverages.
Within 15 minutes, paradise had become passé, the fishing a little tedious and the smiles across the faces of Pete and Fred threatened to tear their faces in two. It was suggested, although it?€™s not at all clear by whom, that trolling lures around the island might be a more appropriate way to continue fishing. With a few keepers already in the ice-box, enough at least to satisfy the wives, it was time to go after the big one! Great difficulty followed, as the lads endeavoured to change rigs largely brought about by the total lack of ability to focus in small detail. Nevertheless, lures were chosen, knots tied, gear stowed and after a while they set off with much anticipation.
The island loomed large and sphinx-like with steep cliffs topped by rugged vegetation. The deep red of the cliff walls enhanced by the boys rich diet, shone with a faint luminosity as they circled the island twice. They sipped their beers, admired the glorious view, and revelled in the waves of euphoria that swept over them like the rolling swell that broke sharply and crisply on the nearby shore. Music playing from the sound system took on symphonic proportions and the very atmosphere resonated with a vibrant energy. ?€œWhat an AWESOME day?€ thought Fred.
Thoroughly enjoying their new found freedom, and with reality beginning to creep back in, Pete and Fred shared their last bitter wafer at about midday and settled back to enjoy the rest of their day. Captain Fred handed the controls to first-mate Pete and proceeded to manufacture himself a form of lounge chair using an esky between the forward passenger chair and the middle bench seat of the boat. It was surprisingly comfortable and he proceeded to melt into the chair as he sipped lazily on his Gatorade. Around about now, Fred became completely lost in a bubble of time and was grateful that Pete had control of the ship.
Fred dreams. A white princess is riding a horse across the clouds?€? she turns and smiles?€? raises the palm of her hand?€? and blows sweet butterfly kisses that float lightly on the breeze?€? soft flocks that land with a gentle grace upon your arms and legs?€? causing the skin beneath to tingle?€? and a huge surge of happiness to erupt from the pit of your stomach?€? star-bursting through the top of your head?€?
After what seemed like hours, but was probably only twenty or thirty minutes, Fred surfaced from his dream state and suggested that a swim might sharpen the senses, so Pete motored them bravely to their favourite swimming beach. On entering the water, it was clear this might not have been the most sensible option ?€“ the water was f-f-fucking f-f-freezing. Of course this was only an illusion and Fred managed to overcome his better judgement and plunged into the icy liquid whilst Pete stood in waist deep water with his arms crossed, shivering and chattering. They decided not to linger long and dried off quickly savouring the warm afternoon sunshine and feeling extremely refreshed with not a care in the world. ?€œWhat a FUCKEN AWESOME day?€ thought Fred.
The afternoon rolled on, and the boys shared Fred?€™s vaporiser loaded with some of the finest local herbs. This made Fred?€™s eyes literally spin around in his head and it was probably wise they had anchored the boat by now. Sadly, it looked as if neither of the crew would be partaking in the sandwiches that were so lovingly made by Fred?€™s wife at 4am that morning (god love her). Although they did manage to nibble on a little fruit and nut chocolate and while away the next couple of hours over a second beer.
Time compressed. Before they knew it, the afternoon sun was hanging low in the sky and it was time to pack up and head home. Both friends were extremely exhausted by this stage and were suffering major lock jaw from the biscuits they had eaten. Still, it was a rude and depressing shock to realise that their expedition was at an end. Being sensible and experienced adventurers they accepted their fate however, and set off across the water to their final port.
Arriving at their destination, the old friends disembarked, looked each other in the eye, grasped hands in a firm hand shake and smiled.
?€œFucking awesome day?€ said Pete.
?€œIndeed?€, agreed Fred, ?€œindeed?€.
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Shortly after 8am and following a frugal but satisfying breakfast of bananas, Fred suggested to Pete that it might be a good idea to get the festivities under way. Word had it that Pete?€™s biscuits were of extremely good quality and would in fact ?€œput us on our arses?€ to quote the bakers delivery man. So a single heart topped biscuit was shared between the two good friends and they settled back into their fishing.
Time rolled on, and after an hour Fred was feeling a little anxious, had sweaty palms and a desire to take deep breaths and exhale, saying things like ?€œWhewww?€. Pete, on the other hand, wasn?€™t feeling much at all and suggested another half a biscuit each. Fred initially declined, but when the bittersweet delicacy was brought out and divided he couldn?€™t resist the temptation and indulged himself heartily.
At this point things took on a whole new perspective. The sun, which had well and truly risen, shone with a golden aura that bathed the two friends in its glorious warmth. The sea sparkled and glittered like magic and a cool delicate wind took hold of their weekly worries, scattering them as easily as autumn leaves. Pete and Fred smiled at each other knowingly; these biscuits were indeed old school, as demonstrated by the soft and smooth nature of the ride.
Another biscuit was shared at about 10am and the friends decided it would be a nice idea to visit the far shore on the northern side of the river mouth. The sun shone, the river glistened and all was right in the world as they motored gently but steadily across the bay. Upon arriving, it was clear that the mates had discovered a lost paradise! Rainforest crowded upon the short but steep cliffs, exotic birds called to each other and tropical fish played together happily in the crystal blue water. It was the perfect place to fish and several foolhardy flathead fell foul of the boy?€™s lines and wound up in the ice-box. ?€œWhat an awesome day?€ thought Fred.
At 11:15am Pete looked at Fred and without any need for words which, admittedly, had been a little difficult to produce for the last hour, cut into the second last biscuit and offered a piece to Fred. Fred accepted with thanks, and thought fondly of his old mate. They had certainly been on many adventures together and this day would go down as another jewel in their respective memories to be pondered over and admired in later years.
?€œWoon nu rike a beeear??€œ suggested Fred in a thickly munted accent. ?€œWunnerfool ideer!?€ agreed Pete and extracted the cold refreshing ales from the ice-box. ?€œCheers!!!?€ the boys exclaimed and drank heartily of their delicious golden beverages.
Within 15 minutes, paradise had become passé, the fishing a little tedious and the smiles across the faces of Pete and Fred threatened to tear their faces in two. It was suggested, although it?€™s not at all clear by whom, that trolling lures around the island might be a more appropriate way to continue fishing. With a few keepers already in the ice-box, enough at least to satisfy the wives, it was time to go after the big one! Great difficulty followed, as the lads endeavoured to change rigs largely brought about by the total lack of ability to focus in small detail. Nevertheless, lures were chosen, knots tied, gear stowed and after a while they set off with much anticipation.
The island loomed large and sphinx-like with steep cliffs topped by rugged vegetation. The deep red of the cliff walls enhanced by the boys rich diet, shone with a faint luminosity as they circled the island twice. They sipped their beers, admired the glorious view, and revelled in the waves of euphoria that swept over them like the rolling swell that broke sharply and crisply on the nearby shore. Music playing from the sound system took on symphonic proportions and the very atmosphere resonated with a vibrant energy. ?€œWhat an AWESOME day?€ thought Fred.
Thoroughly enjoying their new found freedom, and with reality beginning to creep back in, Pete and Fred shared their last bitter wafer at about midday and settled back to enjoy the rest of their day. Captain Fred handed the controls to first-mate Pete and proceeded to manufacture himself a form of lounge chair using an esky between the forward passenger chair and the middle bench seat of the boat. It was surprisingly comfortable and he proceeded to melt into the chair as he sipped lazily on his Gatorade. Around about now, Fred became completely lost in a bubble of time and was grateful that Pete had control of the ship.
Fred dreams. A white princess is riding a horse across the clouds?€? she turns and smiles?€? raises the palm of her hand?€? and blows sweet butterfly kisses that float lightly on the breeze?€? soft flocks that land with a gentle grace upon your arms and legs?€? causing the skin beneath to tingle?€? and a huge surge of happiness to erupt from the pit of your stomach?€? star-bursting through the top of your head?€?
After what seemed like hours, but was probably only twenty or thirty minutes, Fred surfaced from his dream state and suggested that a swim might sharpen the senses, so Pete motored them bravely to their favourite swimming beach. On entering the water, it was clear this might not have been the most sensible option ?€“ the water was f-f-fucking f-f-freezing. Of course this was only an illusion and Fred managed to overcome his better judgement and plunged into the icy liquid whilst Pete stood in waist deep water with his arms crossed, shivering and chattering. They decided not to linger long and dried off quickly savouring the warm afternoon sunshine and feeling extremely refreshed with not a care in the world. ?€œWhat a FUCKEN AWESOME day?€ thought Fred.
The afternoon rolled on, and the boys shared Fred?€™s vaporiser loaded with some of the finest local herbs. This made Fred?€™s eyes literally spin around in his head and it was probably wise they had anchored the boat by now. Sadly, it looked as if neither of the crew would be partaking in the sandwiches that were so lovingly made by Fred?€™s wife at 4am that morning (god love her). Although they did manage to nibble on a little fruit and nut chocolate and while away the next couple of hours over a second beer.
Time compressed. Before they knew it, the afternoon sun was hanging low in the sky and it was time to pack up and head home. Both friends were extremely exhausted by this stage and were suffering major lock jaw from the biscuits they had eaten. Still, it was a rude and depressing shock to realise that their expedition was at an end. Being sensible and experienced adventurers they accepted their fate however, and set off across the water to their final port.
Arriving at their destination, the old friends disembarked, looked each other in the eye, grasped hands in a firm hand shake and smiled.
?€œFucking awesome day?€ said Pete.
?€œIndeed?€, agreed Fred, ?€œindeed?€.
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