"Come on," Pinkie reels in swiftly, her brow sweating. She holds on tighter and her hoof feels like flying off, the fishing rod looks as though it could be snapped in two. The earth pony looks into the water with a determined smile as she began to see something attached to her hook.
WHOOSH
The catch escapes the water, bringing a mountain of ocean along with it. The water rained down and Pinkie grabbed ahold of herself as she looked at her first ever... "ROCK!?" She yelled into the ocean. She unlatched the small rock from her hook and inspected it, it wasn't even worth mentioning. The earth pony chunked the rock out into the abyss out of spite.
"Why are you fishing?" the voice came from behind her on the boat. turning back, she saw herself sitting in a frown, well, not quite herself, this one has a large number '2' written on her forehead.
"Because it's pretty fun," Pinkie answers with little emotion.
"That isn't what I mean," Number Two responds.
"I- I don't know what to do next," the fisher said quietly.
"You have nothing more to gain from this sea," the resting pony adds.
"You could be wrong."
"But you know I'm right."
Pinkie shook her head and threw the hook back into the water.
"Why? What is the point?" the other pony eye rolls.
"I'm practicing. Plus, I said I would fish here today," the earth pony frowned.
"You also said you would catch a clown fish and this isn't very funny," Number Two continued. "You could practice in a small lake or even a pool, it's not a far trot from the nearest land. At least they might have fish."
"They won't have fish either," Pinkie stated coldly.
This time the second pink pony stayed quiet.
"I might not have the skills, equipment, or even the correct bait but I still have fun fishing and you can't stop me. There may be no fish here or in any body of water I find but that's okay, I still want to fish," Pinkie frowned.
"Then what is the point? Why fish if you don't want to get a catch?" the resting pony asked.
"I want to get a catch. Everypony wants to get a catch but that isn't my goal."
"You are fishing, how is the goal not to get a fish?"
"If I want to get a fish, I'm pretty sure I can get one," Pinkie stated. "I can find some water near the most populated fishing spots. There isn't anything wrong with that, ponies need to eat after all or even get a medal or two."
She began slowly reeling in her line, the repeated sound played from the rod.
"Sounds like there isn't any reason why you shouldn't fish alongside everypony else," Number Two smirked. "So why don't you I wonder?"
"Maybe I just like being hard on myself or maybe you wouldn't be here otherwise," number one shrugged. "Not catching fish doesn't really bother me, well, actually you are me. So, I guess it does."
The hook escaped the water with not even that of a seaweed.
"I'll ask again; what is your goal?" the relaxing pony laid down.
"Short term; fun and practice. Medium; hopefully some friends. Long; the illusive size 2 fish," Pinkie grinned.
Number Two laughed loudly. "I think all the size 2 fishes have already been caught, good luck."
"Thanks! Times are changing, who knows if there will be a new wave of size 2 fishes," she began putting up her fishing rod.
"Talk about an optimist," Number Two rolled her eyes.
"It's time to head back, everything in this lake is done. It's in the past now," Pinkie gave a content smile.
"I'm glad I could talk," the resting mare said softly.
"Thank you."