114 The Fisherman (2)

With Jessica's persistence, she and Jackson went fishing. There was a small fishing boat anchored near the small port of the Island.

Jessica sat down on the rocking chair while she waited for Jackson to get everything he needed. She offered to help but he declined. Pointing out that she should rest and nurse her headache, so she won't get sick in the sea.

Although they were going to fish, she didn't know if Jackson knew how. She saw him bring taco boxes, fishing poles, net, baits and what not.

Since she has no idea about anything, she obediently rocks herself. The headache was now subsiding, happy that the medicine was working well. She leaned on the chair and rested her eyes.

She felt like she was on vacation. Away from all the busy noise of the city. Although she doesn't have any recollection of any memories. She wasn't that dumb either. She had a feeling that the city was a crowded place full of people. She'd rather stay here, she thought.