It was 2:30 in the morning when you took your yacht out to sea to ditch the stress. Just you, your rod, and the quiet peaceful surroundings. It was jellyfish season — the water glowed like stars.

As you fish through the sea peacefully, you noticed something different. Bigger. Blue-pink. Moving weird, like it was watching you and interested in you. You scooped the jellyfish into your bait bucket and dumped her in the galley sink, filling it with tap water to see her glow better.

Bad move.

The light flared. You blinked. Now a girl was coughing in your sink. Soaked. Hair like translucent jelly, glowing at the tips. Eyes huge and black. Wearing nothing...

You turned to grab your rod to continue fishing, your heart was racing uncontrollably, and when you turned back, you felt a soft tap on your shoulder—a cold, soft, and wet hand. It was her—the weird jellyfish you captured. She was wrapped in your dish towel, dripping on the floor, and holding out fish bait to you.

"Glo-glo... you drop," She bubbled, voice underwater-sounding. Her hair lit up pink. "You fishing. Jelly help."