Fishing At Casterly Rock Episode 2

It had been an utterly exhausting day, giving trout from Casterly Rock to those who needed it most at the marketplace. As I saw it, I was their hero! It quickly became known to me that I will have to catch twice as much trout the next day if I was to stay their hero.

Early the next morning, before the sun bragged its luring rays of light, I went round the bend and over the next hill; back to Casterly Rock, back to what I wish I would forget. Upon getting there, I was met with a delightful splash; trout in the reeds, ready for the breakfast I was about to serve. I assembled my Piscifun Shadowcat Casting Rod and added some bait; Fly Fishing Flies with a Floating Fishing Lure. Fantastic for the amount of fish I wanted to catch today.

As the day wore on, I began getting an unsettling feeling that I was being watched from beneath the trees in the distance. As Mr. Stanley was no longer alive to watch my every move at Casterly Rock, the watcher was unknown to me. With a jolt, I heard a voice behind me.

“Brad, you are a good fisherman, Piscifun products agree with you. I have a proposition for you, if you are interested.”

I turned my head, already knowing I was about to speak to one of the Guardians of Casterly Rock. “A proposition, I would love that!”

“Brad, you are so enthusiastic, but I warn you, it is not an easy task. You must become a guardian of Casterly Rock. You must guard this wonder we live in with your life. Guard it from fishermen that want to exploit its riches and use it only for their own benefit. Mr. Stanley was asked to become a guardian, and the status went to his mind; see where that got him. Will you be able to become one of us, Brad?”

Gob smacked, I uttered the few words I could, “Yes, I will become a guardian of Casterly Rock.”

“Good. Remember, you are to protect this place from newcomers that wants to reap the benefits of what we have here. You are to catch fish from this pond and give it to the poor at the marketplace, not sell it for your own benefit. You will be poor yourself yes, but as a guardian, you will be compensated for good behavior in way you would never imagine! “

“Yes, yes I will do that,” is all I could muster.

As if talking to the wind, there was a slight splash into the pond and then nothing. I was alone again, only me and the trout. I could not believe what had just happened! I was asked to protect Casterly Rock from harm and in return I would be compensated, by money hopefully. As I picked up my rod to call it a day, I saw a Piscifun Portable Fish Lip Gripper next to my fishing box; a present from the guardians. I made a mental note to thank the guardian when I came to fish tomorrow; if I was to see him again.

I walked up the road and past Mr. Stanley’s post. So, that is why he was such a bitter man. The guardian status went to his mind. Poor soul was my only thought. As I walked into the marketplace, an idea became to form in my head…

“Trout, trout for those who are hungry! Come get some trout, those who need it most!”

As if drawn to my voice, a huge crowd of hungry men, woman and children began to gather, eager to get a taste of the trout of Casterly Rock.