Cylus 2 718, Early
Location: Scal-Town's Harbor
Bloody miserable hell it had gotten cold, far too cold for Enrick's standards in this case. He'd spent as much of Zi'da as he could in his sloop The Windrunner, before too long where he had to board up somewhere with better heating and insulation. Seven forbid he tried and sailed out to open water this time of the Arc, since the shores of Scalvoris had taken to freezing conditions that severely limited travel. When he arrived at the harbor he'd worn the wintry apparel appropriate for the occasion, as he had little else to do solve his dilemma other than to fish... on ice.
That's right. He would literally be going out to fish on frozen water, because as it stood his boat was incapable of moving at all. No matter how much he wanted to free the sails, it would only damage both them and the mast as the sloop had been frozen in place. To make matters worse the waters near shore were nothing but thick ice, so that mean he'd have to wait for the warmer weather to release his boat once more. What a time he couldn't wait for then...
Outfitted with the attire of his shirt, trousers, glove, and boots; Enrick also had over him a couple more layers for warmth. Those layers consisting of a combination of his new fur padded jacket, and of course the black cloak he had wrapped and draped over his shoulders. Already he felt the skin of his cheeks sting from the cold, thankfully with that cloak he'd be able to manage while he set up a spot for fishing. Turquoise colored eyes flashed to the cargo hold of his sloop, as flecks of orange started to mix into the hues of his eyes with deep breaths. To see the hot moisture leave his nostrils and lips in a puff of moisture was a sure sign of the cold, as well as the dangers that seemed to await those who dared remain in it for too long.
Once he'd reached inside to pull out the essentials for this trip, the fishing gear as well as the ice pick he'd purchased recently, Enrick shut the trapdoor to his cargo and looked down over the bow. Ice. Seemed sturdy enough for him to land on really, which he did after he dropped his things down below. He had heard the snow and ice beneath his feet crunch as his knees bent to cushion his landing, his eyes widened as he froze completely still for a brief moment. How about that. The ice wasn't cracking at all thankfully...
Enrick picked up his fishing rod and rested it on his shoulder, the kit then held in left hand while the ice pick remained in his right. With a tall stand he moved a little ways from his sloop into the open... ice. Or was it considerably water still? Whichever really. He had to tread carefully as he walked across the surface, the spots of orange in his eyes larger as he managed to trek several yards without hearing any cracks. Good. The ice was thick out here as well. With his fishing gear rested on the surface Enrick moved a couple steps away, the ice pick held up to aim where he wanted it to hit first. With the raise of his right arm he brought the tool down to smash the tip into the ice, which chipped off a small chunk but didn't really produce any cracks.
"Ugh, great." He murmured with another raise of the ice pick, this time however he angled it slightly before he made another strike. Another chip but this time there seemed to be a bit of depth with the tool, and with a few tugs Enrick could hear a crack in the ice he'd hit. Still only ice remained between him and the water... He exhaled another cloud of moisture as both red and orange specks decorated the turquoise coloration in his irises, and then with another raised arm he took in a breath of freezing cold air. Strike. The ice pick sank deeper into the area he'd chipped with a satisfying crunch at that, and when he exhaled yet another white puff of moisture he yanked to pull it further apart. Success.
He'd struck deep enough to be able to reveal a water hole within the ice, which was made big enough after he continued chipping more ice away. Next came the part in preparing his rod, and hopefully once that was done he'd bring home freshly frozen fish. U'frek forbid he'd accomplish that before long, otherwise Enrick would turn into a snowman for sitting out longer than he should.