Yesterday, we went fishing for squid and for fish. I wanted to try to fish for squid because none of us had ever done that before. I put the hook in the water slowly and stood there, trying to stay warm. It was not more than 5 minutes when a cloud of something black appeared near my bait.

‘Is that, ink?’ I asked myself.

“Lost the bait, again. I think I am going to go fish for squid.” I heard mom say. As hard as it was, I didn’t look up. Something white startled me. A squid! It was heading towards my bait. It came near and I yanked. A little too early. It swam under the dock. Then it came back at full speed this time. I felt a shiver run up and down my spine. I saw the line sink in the slightest bit and I yanked it again this time as hard as I could. I slowly pulled the string up and yes there it was.

“I got it I. I got the squid, I screeched with joy. A man had walked up wile I was catching the squid and congratulated me. He pulled of the squid and put it on the dock. It squirted some ink at us and soon realized that it was no use. The color drained out and died. It got to the point when it was a little to cold so we said good-bye to the man and went home. At home, as an appetizer, guess what we has… yes, squid. Dad and I got too cook it and taste it first. It was the best. Way better than any deep fried or other squid, this one was hyper fresh.

To me, its beginners luck. I got this when I was fishing too.

see,  proof that this is not blabber talk.