“So this was what an adventure tour was like,” Michael thought, as he and Sasha disembarked the small vessel onto Pitcairn Island in the South Pacific.
Pitcairn is one of four volcanic island, still under British control. Population 54. They trudged up the path to their new digs, lodging with a local family. Most families were descendents of the mutineers of the past.
Their family spoke some English. The young girl followed him everywhere he went, aggravating Sasha. Pitcairn was not heavily visited and she hadn’t seen many outsiders. He and Sasha had planned to fish as the waters held all kinds of species of fish. The young girl watched.
Michael and Sasha were fishing in shallow water. Their idea was to get a big fish, something the entire family could have for dinner. They snagged a large white fish. The Pitcairn family would have a wonderful dinner tonight..
The Write Scribe 
Good piece of writing.
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Sweet story!
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Somehow I expected some kind of nefarious ending here. Good write. 🙂
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So did I. The history of the island is none too pleasant. I’d choose a different vacation spot.
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You’re right, James. A very bad history. But, believe it or not, the island IS actually on the itinerary of many adventure tours now.
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After reading about its more modern history, the island makes my spider sense tingle.
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The scene ends nicely, but I’m with Jellico; I thought they were going to haul in a shark or some poisonous species. 🙂 Now I’d like to find out what they do tomorrow. 🙂
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