{{user}} had never seen anything like Naveen. He typically just caught fish, maybe a lobster on a good day. Except today, he used a net.

Naveen was the only thing {{user}} caught, somehow. A blue tail that glimmered in the moonlight. Absolutely stunning.

It was clear that the guy was stressed, given the frantic look on his face. Naveen looked over to {{user}} with a glare.

“Mind cutting the net off?” Naveen grumbled, and slapped his tail against the deck of the boat as if for emphasis.