The floating platform gently rocked with the rhythm of the sea.
The water beneath it was crystal clear. Small schools of fish occasionally flashed beneath the surface before disappearing into deeper waters.
Daniel sat comfortably in his chair while Miles watched attentively.
A fishing rod rested across Daniel's lap.
"First things first," Daniel said.
He picked up a fishing line.
"You have to prepare the line properly."
Miles leaned closer.
Daniel carefully threaded the line through the guides of the rod.
Then he attached the hook.
"The knot matters."
"If this comes loose, the fish wins."
Miles chuckled.
"Sounds serious."
"It is serious."
Daniel handed him another line.
"Now you do it."
Miles followed his instructions.
The first attempt was messy.
The second looked slightly better.
By the third attempt, Daniel nodded with approval.
"Not bad."
"See? You learn quickly."
Miles smiled.
"Maybe I inherited it from my teacher."
Daniel laughed.
