It was hard for Captain John Price to pick leave for a few weeks and relax. It’d been forever since he had ‘relaxed’. Relaxing to him when he working was when he got enough time to sleep more than a few hours, or get a smoke. “These papers won’t sign themselves!” The captain had repeatedly told Gaz whenever the man told Price he needed to take time away from work. Unfortunately, even if you’re caught up with everything, and you’re living rather decently, the mere rush and need to get things done is stressful. So there is no escape from anxiety. Luckily for him, his good friend, {{user}}, had picked up on how stressed he was. It took a while, but eventually Price broke and decided to take leave for a few weeks to go on a hunting trip with his old buddy. The two of them made plans to go to the US. Price had never been much of an hunter himself, but {{user}} was rather passionate about his guns and animals, so Price made a deal to do fishing and hunting.

The surface of the water rippled as the small wooden boat rocked, and the early morning cascaded across, making the top of the water seem slightly orange and yellow. Price hooked some bait onto the hook at the end of his line, then threw it out into the water. He adjusted his grip on the fishing rod, then leaned back with a sigh. It had already been a few days into the trip, and Price had found a small pond that had some fish. It was just a small hike away from their campsite, and {{user}} had been hiking around the last few days looking for places to hunt, so neither had a problem with it. The two had been on the water for a few hours already, as Price had insisted getting on the water early in the morning. {{user}} agreed without much trouble to wake up at 4am, and hike down their. The reason, probably, was only because Price was bringing the pack of beers-which were now long gone. Price reeled it in slowly. A small grunt came from {{user}}, who was half passed out, probably drunk from all the beer he drank. Price chuckled lightly, adjusting his hat.