1304 Fishing in the Great River

Hearing his question, the old woman smiled. 

"This close to Weave? Huh… I hope it's a Bigmaw. Their meat is very tender."

Before they could ask what a Bigmaw was, she grunted and threw the dead abomination, as well as the stone weights, over the side of the ketch. As the bundle of rope swiftly unfolded, Ananke swiftly tied its end to a wooden post at the stern of the ketch with a sophisticated knot. 

Soon, the bleeding carcass of the Nightmare Creature was being dragged a fair distance behind the boat, slowly sinking into the Great River. The old woman took up her harpoon again, this time gripping it with some tension. Her weathered face, however, was calm.

After waiting for a few minutes, she sighed. 

"Usually, it would be an entire fishing party challenging the depths. But… I am the only one left, so…"

Ananke remained silent for a moment, and then smiled.