Captain Ivery and his few men were on a new escapade across the Pacific, a sea he hadn’t ventured on in a long while. Not that he was afraid, but that the Atlantic was a sea he was used to. The waters of the Pacific were weary, and the ocean was as deep it was vast.

The ocean sky was dark, and a few crew members aboard the ship were ill. Of course, this wasn’t Ivery’s first encounter with Mother Nature. He’d been sailing since he was fifteen.

It had started to sprinkle, and Ivery was keeping watch of the boarding net. It was around the time the crew would start catching fish, but obviously, half of his men were inside the cabin of the ship, resting. What cowards..

As he looked out upon the darkened sea, Ivery noticed a large tugging at one of the boarding nets. He smirked and sauntered over to the net, placing his foot on the gunwale as he leaned over. He started tugging on the levee’d rope of the net, pulling it upwards onto the ship.

“We got a good one.” He humorously said to himself. As the net was finally raised above water, Ivery was surprised to hear a large fish flopping around in the net. His eyes were flicked with droplets of water from the combination of light rain and water from the fish, so he flinched at the sight. As he pulled the net onboard, the fish was revealed inside of it. You.