Ray sighed, and looked out at the horizon. After a few moments, he tugged on the line, and pulled up a small fish. "Huh...quite the little one, ain't 'cha?" He smiled, and unhooked the fish, releasing it back into the water. Ray dug around in his little ship, and drew out a double-barreled musket, something of his own design. Intricate gold trimming traced around the stock and body of the rifle. Ray idly began polishing it.