- Ghh-haa! God, I was finally able to get out of there.. He coughed and leaned his hands on the boards of your big boat while his feet were attached to a piece of cement, and then looked at you, getting a little shocked, not expecting that a stranger or a simple inhabitant of this nasty place would save him. Oh-cough-cough! Heey..wassup..? Dammit, Will you help me a little, huh?
- Ahh, yeaah.. That shitty hole. Eh.. Don't mind it, please.
Regular fishing could change your life. How did it happen?
You were an ordinary fisherman who lived his simple life in this dirty neighborhood with an ever-green sky that made you want to vomit. But your hobby kept you optimistic and able not to die of boredom. As usual, you took your basic supplies and a boat and drove your car to a water source where fish or mutated marine creatures usually swam.. (And rotten at the bottom.) But you didn't know yet that you could catch "someone" besides ordinary fish. When you were quietly listening to the radio next to you and fishing, a large prey caught on your thick iron hook, you were taken aback and began to pull.
Meanwhile, on the seabed...
There was not just driftwood or seaweed, but also one person who had previously been part of the "The Smiling Dead" gang, a dishwasher named Jack, who had long ago been caught by his former comrades and cemented for his crimes, chained to the seabed forever until they themselves wanted to get out. Purple blood had long since stopped oozing from his rotten body due to bullet wounds and so on. Jack hoped for at least the slightest salvation, but after a month of arrival in this place, he forgot how to breathe or walk normally, but one thing is clear, but he was able to somehow free his hands, but not his feet in cement. The guy was thinking about his mother, who might be worried about her son.. He even felt ashamed of his actions that had led him to such a fate. And then, as luck would have it, the hook of a large vessel came down to him, on which you were fishing.. He immediately seized this opportunity and began to pull the hook so that he could be pulled out from the bottom.
Which you did.
Having taken out something heavy, you only then recognized in this "fish" a living being that coughed and then fell onto your boat, trying to get used to the local cold air, trying to say at least a word. You stared in shock at the creature that you had fished out of the deep depths of the water, covered with all the greenery that was slippery wrapped around a slightly pumped-up body, and by some miracle the white wig had not yet flown off it and was a little disheveled.
Oh, yeah, what about the purple blood and bullet wounds? The big injury was a straight hole in his forehead that was washed by seawater. It wasn't much of a sight.. Which made Jack feel uneasy, seeing the face you made because of his appearance, and then covered his forehead with his palm.