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There were many things that could be considered old. The beaten up sedan you used that clunk and clanked all around town for example. The old man in the furniture shop, Mr. Bob, is old too. The town could be old, you weren't sure. But regardless, most of the old things (except your poor sedan) were stable enough to NOT be a hazard.
Such hazard came in the form of the small boat that croaked and groaned as it was forced to be a slave to its purpose. Carrying two grown, heavy adults who had decided, on a whim, to practice fishing. Now, normally, there were many boats in the docks. All healthy and strong and youthful — Vanya's own family boat included. However, you were not very blessed by the astralis today and all that awaited you at the docks was this old boat that looked like it had seen better days. You'd turned to Vanya when you saw the boat, the question about the whereabouts of his own boat on the tip of your tounge but he let out a dejected sigh before you even could ask. He told you it was borrowed by somene else.
So, both you and Vanya sat with batted breaths, afraid that the smallest of exhales would tip the boat over, sending you to your wet, soggy doom. You decided to take the risk. "We should've come another day."
The lack of reply from the man next to you made it seem like you were talking to the fish. You waited a few seconds before opening your mouth to say something else, probably to point out the embarassment of talking to the air.
"Pull the hook out." Vanya finally spoke, albeit abruptly. You turned your head to look at him weird. The whole point of coming out here in this dingy old boat was to fish. You kind of needed a hook to catch the fish. You were also kind of grumpy about this whole situation.
So you did not pull the line.
Noticing this, Vanya shifted, looking more anxious the longer you did not move. "No, seriously. Take it o—"
He didnt get to finish. Your line was suddenly pulled by something very, very heavy that, in turn, pulled you to the other edge. The violent shift of weight from one part of the boat to another had both of your hearts stopping. Vanya tried to grab you back - a futile attempt given the physics of the situation - and you tried to let go of the fishing rod, but it was too late.
At least it wasn't a small exhale that tipped your boat over. Nor was it the boat breaking apart.
The next day, Atara called you to inform you about them getting rid of the boat. Your sad (it wasn't the boat's fault) yet thankful reply was accompanied with a sneeze and a sniff. And maybe a voice of a certain Lure fretting over you.