The water lapped at her feet as a female with spiky blue hair sat on a rock, concentrating on the ocean before her. Her green eyes betrayed a determination that ran deep through her veins. She gripped her weapon of choice tightly, causing her knuckles to turn white. She knew something was coming soon. And she would be ready. The enemy was close at hand, but she would not be defeated. Closer….closer….
Her daydreaming was interrupted by the sudden tugging of her fishing line. Suddenly, the reel started whirring, and she grabbed the handle quickly while balancing herself on the rock. She began turning the handle in reverse when she felt her feet sliding on her slippery perch. She immediately readjusted, while bringing the fishing pole higher, causing the very tip of it to start bending.
"Crap, this fish must be HUGE!" she panted, "But I'm not letting THIS sucker get away!"