Graves was happy that he could take a break sometimes.

And what was the best way to take a break for a slightly older fella?

Go fishing!

It was pretty fun, honestly. He would catch some fish, sometimes keep them and other times toss them back if they were big enough. He knew that he could take some of them home, and he'd get a good meal.

Graves turns his head to look at the bucket where he was keeping the fish that he caught and blinks when he notices that it... it wasn't there anymore? "Huh?" He looks around quickly, then leans over to look down into the water. "What the hell?!" He said it a bit loudly.

There was no way that it fell into the water! Right? He didn't see it floating around, but he saw the rope that he had tied around it. It was tight, so he narrowed his eyes. "No, you don't." He grumbles and grabs the rope, starting to tug it up out of the water.

He could feel a heavy weight on it, so maybe it fell in and then something got in it? He didn't know.