Serok T'tunda: Gone Fishing Serok concentrated intently on the surface of the water, his hands moving slowly as he adjusted the line. He could see the dark form of the coelacanth hanging motionless below the surface, its ragged fins waving in the slow current. Six feet and 260 pounds of monster fish, there for the taking. He checked the line carefully. Hed bought the rope in one of the villages specifically for this purpose, his other cords being completely unequal to the task. The monster of the fishing hole had snapped them all with ease, retreating to the clear depths and gulping down the bait with a somewhat preoccupied air. This time, though, it would be different. When the fish was hauled up on the bank, he and Ari would fillet and cut and skin it, and then there would be no need to buy food for a week. Serok, Ari said, Im heading into the town. Some merchants running a tournament for best sword fighter. Theres a reward.