Nob Hill Confidential Chapter one-Part one
Ka’eo Kahele dangled his fishing line off the end of the pier at Ha’ale point, his short bare legs swinging back and forth. With one hand he pushed up the straw hat he was wearing and let the gentle breeze off of Pearl harbor cool his sweaty scalp. He seemed to remember something and turned his head toward shore, looking for the Truant Officer. He had played hookie twice this month already but had forged a note from his mother, with help from his best pal Kone. The school hadn’t figured out the deception. Yet.
Older fisherman were scattered around the pier at strategically placed spots. They probably found the best spots to fish because they were men and he was just a twelve year old kid. He got a few curious stares from the fishermen but mostly they ignored him. He loved the smell of the sea, he loved the sound of the gulls flying overhead and the jarring klaxon of the navy ships as they entered the harbor. And he absolutely hated school. You had to wear shoes. You had to stay indoors. You had to be quiet. All the things he enjoyed were outside, here or on Waikiki beach. He had noticed lately that more and more Haoles were visiting Honolulu. He even saw Rudy Vallee once walking along Gray’s beach with a pretty blond lady.
Ka’eo leaned against a piling and held his line, a simple hook and string attached to a slim tree branch he had cut from a neighbor’s yard. He pulled the line a tad and felt resistance, not a tug really, just pressure. Ka’eo had fished dozens of times, several at this exact spot, and knew the pull of a Grouper or Amberjack or really any kind of fish. This was no fish.
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