As I sat on the edge of the rocks people reeled in fish quickly shouting ‘I got one I got’ one. I could smell the bait on the end of my rod I wondered why the fish liked eating that, it stank. The instructors were telling us not to get our rods tangled. I could almost taste the bait on the end of the line I could smell it from ages away. It was cold and wet as the smell of rain poured down; I could smell the saltiness of the blue ocean.