The reed was getting soggy, so Brodent took it from his mouth and tossed it aside before plucking up another to chew on as he gave the borrowed boat one more once-over. Picnic basket, check; fishing rods, spare line and hooks, and bait, check; wide-brimmed straw hats, check, and even a couple pillows for the boat seats. Everything was in order. Now where was Capwick? The weather was fine and would be for a while, but there was fishing to do.
"Sorry about that. Two journeyman fighting like they were still in Harper classes," Cap said by way of explanation as he stepped out onto the small jetty the boat was tied to. "I swear the journeymen fight even more than the apprentices." He reached up to pull his long hair back into a high and tight ponytail at the back of his head before pulling two large bottles of beer out of his fishing basket. "I figured we could use these.”
“Was it those twins you’ve mentioned, always trying to outdo each other?” Brodent inquired as he climbed into the boat near the front in order to untie it once Capwick had seated himself (and the beer).
"One of them," Cap said with a roll of his eyes. "Thank the Egg they weren't my boys. I wouldn't have put up with such childish pettiness. How they survived to adulthood is beyond me.”
“‘Swhy I’m actually glad my wife gave me two girls instead,” Brodent said, placing the pillows on the boat seats. “Sweeter dispositions all ‘round.” They had married well, too; their husbands were good sorts who'd never raised a hand to them, though now there was a passle of grandsons to worry about. “Hop on in; I saw a couple likely fine places for us to start."
Capwick did just that and untied the rope that had secured them to the dock. "Sure, they're sweet. But then they discover they have hormones and try to punish you for past wrongs by hanging around boys just like you when you were that age.”
The other man chuckled. “Speak for yourself, Cap. I was a good cobbler-boy,” he said, and helped push the boat away from the jetty before picking up an oar. “What else has been going on up there? I heard Turn’s End preparation is keeping everyone hopping."
"Yeah, of course. And getting ready for our Gather next month. It's a busy part of the Turn for sure," Cap agreed, grabbing the poles as his friend rowed. Flipping open his box, he pulled out a lure to tie to the string. "If you don't mind, my son made me a couple glass lures I've been dying to try.”
“Glass?” Brodent asked curiously, taking a quick look over his shoulder. “I’m probably missing something, but isn’t glass too delicate for this kind of thing?"
"Only if it was hollow," Cap said as he pulled out a long green and red swirled teardrop shaped lure with a small thin metal disk attached at the top that would catch the sun like a fish's scales as it twirled in the water. The hook was fixed into the thin point of the drop and hidden under a slight brush of runner's hair. "Capran made a few of these in his spare time for me.”
Brodent tilted his head to study the lure. “Huh. You learn something new every day,” he remarked, and laid the oar down, reaching under his seat. A rock tied to a rope was carefully eased over the side of the boat, providing an anchor of sorts. “Hey, if that thing actually works, think Capran would like to make me some? I’d pay, of course. My wife says eating more fish is doing wonders for her, so if I can catch some more often, everyone’s happy.” His cheeky leer indicated exactly how as he picked up his own fishing rod to prep it.
Capwick offered him another of the glass lures to try if he wanted. "I think Capran might be able to do that, but it would be in his spare time. He's working pretty hard perfecting his bottle making. I think he might make Senior Journeyman early, that one! He got my drive for sure.”
The cobbler took the lure, letting it rotate and reflect sunlight. He nodded thoughtfully and tied it to the end of his line, baited the hook, and cast it out. “I’m fine with spare time. I got nothing but time lately. You know that fuss I kicked up about retiring? I should’ve looked forward to it more, really. I like having all this time."
"I'm sure your son-in-law is glad to not have you looking over his shoulder while he works, too," Cap said with a knowing smile. He had worked with family before setting out on his own. In his case he had both his father and grandfather keeping a watchful eye on everything he was doing. "I'm pretty sure my son Banoran was happy to not have me breathing down his neck at Diamond Springs anymore.”
Brodent shrugged. “Eh, the in-laws learned to live with it, and I learned to let them learn.” He gave out a little more line. “Everyone’s got to learn that sometime, I think."
"Or they run away like Norwick did." Capwick's youngest son hadn't run far of course, just to the neighboring Hold. But he certainly rejecting the crafting life to distance himself from his father and family. "But what can you do, right? He's just going to have to take the knocks life dishes out.”
“How is Norwick doing? Brodent asked compassionately. “Does he visit at all?"
"He seems to conveniently time his visits for when I am not at home," Cap said with a bit of a snort. "But from what little he's told me, he says he doing well. I don't see how you can mess much up sitting behind a desk all day with a pencil in your hands.”
Brodent shook his head. “Whatever grudge Norwick has, he needs to try to let go. He’s costing himself time, and unlike us, he doesn’t have a lot to spare these days, sounds like."
"He'll get over it when he needs something." Cap shook his head with a slight frown. "He's the only one of my boys that shows absolutely no spark of initiative or drive. He's never made anything for himself, just sat back and watched everyone else put in the work.”
Brodent sighed and shook his head. He knew Capwick wasn’t at fault; some parents did their damnedest to raise a child to become a capable, productive adult who knew the value of hard work and doing one’s best. But sometimes, it just didn’t work. It was a flaw in the child, not the parenting. “Kids, huh?” was all he said.
"Yeah. Kids," Capwick sighed as he cast his line into the water.
Last updated on the September 29th 2017