“Are you sure this is going to work?”
I swing my legs. Hadrian and I both sit perched on the edge of a cliff. We’re only eight or nine metres from the water, but that’s still enough to give us broken bones. Especially if the water is shallow.
Hadrian is holding the twine that runs down to the hook he made. Every few minutes, he recasts the line. I think he might be just as hungry as I am.
“Yeah, about that. I’m beginning to have my doubts. There should be fish feeding somewhere this shallow, but it’d be better if we weren’t so hungry,” he says.
I sigh irritably. “So now, after we’ve spend who knows how long setting up your fishing stuff, you decide that this probably wasn’t the best idea?”
He pulls up the line, and wraps it around into a compact ball. He shoves it into the pack, frustrated.
“What do you propose we do now?” I ask. “The sponsors have their reasons for