[ wp ] The first line of your story must include 'and I caught him with , of all things , a fishing pole ' .

....And I caught him, of all things, with a Fishing pole. *A goddamn Fishing pole*. The new guy let out an astonished whistle before slowly taking a step back. `` *So... do you think this is...? *'' His words came out calmer than his now visably rattled composure. `` Yeah. Another victim. Help me out, Russ.'' Russell O'Malley. He's new to the Homicide department, and his nerves certainly show it. Being only a fresh 20 years old, he's built like a rail and mouthy like an ex-wife. Frizzled, greasy, and unkept Auburn hair frames his slender, borderline feminine features and almost hides the numerous freckles along his face. Whenever he shows the usual charismatic, toothy grin, his Dark, olive colored eyes always smile with him. It's a shame, really. What the hell is a... a *Kid* like him, doing here? He could've been at Yale impressing stuffy, uptight Professors or wooing the many young, unassuming Girls who would've fought for him. Instead, he's here with me. Just outside the glowing city of Chicago after midnight, sweeping the local Pier to check out a call about a possible Dead body. We searched for about five minutes looking under the Docks until I decided we get on the Pier overlooking the merky, cold Seawater for a better view. A couple of flicks of my Flashlight and careful scanning revealed our Corpse. It appeared to be a well-dressed White male, possibly with what seemed to be a gaping Hole in his chest cavity. Quickly, Russ and I used a Fishing pole left carelessly near a Bench to reel in our macabre prey. With a few gunts and `` Pull harder, Damnit! `` -laters, we had our Guy in front of us, the silver moonlight perfectly illuminating him. His soggy, blonde Hair was slicked all over his pale face, just barely brushing his lifeless eyelids that were more or less half open. Aside from the Water, the Man's features were perfect even in Death. Bushy yellow moustache, possibly Blue eyes, and a chisled Nose with thin, Blue lips distinctly indicative of classic Drowning. He wore a suave Blue Business suit unbuttoned with with a Crisp, white longsleeved undershirt ruined only by deep burgandy Bloodstains and a grievous, fatal Chestwound. Not to mention he also was wearing a Loose crimson necktie, and below his waist, A dark Black leather belt with a sleek, Golden beltbuckle accompanied by Iron-Gray slacks and prestige Chocolate Italian loafers. No acessories of any kind, which was mysteriously sinister for such an apparently Rich man. Now, we began the grim, up close-and-personal task of heaving the slightly decaying, well-preserved Corpse over the rail safeguard and onto the safety of the wooden docks beneath our feet. I tightened my grip on the rubber hilt of the Fishing rod before looking over my shoulder to Russ. `` You ready, kid?'' He solemnly nodded. `` Good.'' I felt the added weight of his warm body against my back as we simultaneously pulled with our last few reserves of strength. The deceased carcass slung over the rail and onto the Dock with a sickening thud, as if it were nothing but a horrifying slab of meat. I tossed the fishing Rod on the ground as Russ and I, exhausted, struggled to gain back the precious mouthfuls of air our victim no longer has the priveilage of being able to taste. The foul stench of Death worked it's way up to our Nostrils, reminding me of the possible hundreds of Cold case files I've seen in my time as part of the C.P.D., and making Russell retch and violently gag, before hunching over and spitting up a mouthful of yellow phelgum. I was instantly concerned. `` Shit, kid! Are you gon na be oka-?'' He raised up a lone finger in the Universal `` Wait-a-minute'' gesture before wiping his mouth on the dark sleeve of his Uniform. ``... Yeah.'' He wearily smiled, as his eyes slightly watered. `` I just get a little seasick from time to time.'' *Maybe he'll fit in nicely after all. * I felt a huge smile work it's way across my face before abruptly stopping it, as I realized our morbid situation. I turned to face the pale, waterlogged handsome Man before us. This time, I did n't look over my shoulder. `` You ready, kid?'' My voice sounded gruffer than I wanted it to. `` *... Yeah. `` * It was going to be a *long* night. 
 
 EDIT: How was that for a story? That's my first one here, any feedback and thoughts would be appreciated!
