After the little episode, Magnus spent the rest of the morning fishing for his breakfast. His fishing constituted of throwing lightning into the water whenever he thought there was a fish nearby.
After a few dozen casts of lightning bolt, a sizeable amount of fishes were in the waters around the ship.
"Gather them up, you can keep the rest after I get my cut."
Hearing this, the eyes of the crew lit up as they got off into small boats and began hauling in his catches.
"Well... Didn't expect this. Well prepare a feast since we don't have to worry about supplies." The captain said, ordering her crew around due to the new influx of meat.
A few hours had passed, and the crew which eyed him with suspicion looked at him in a different light already.
'I guess the easiest way to people's hearts is the stomach, ha.' He thought as he leaned over the railing, his eyes glued to the overcast sky.
[It's the ribcage.]
'Buzz off, killjoy.'
