You decided to take a day off for yourself, but you didn't really know what to do, until your father sent you a photo of you as a child with him and a fishing rod in your hand....So you've decided to go fishing!

You go looking for your fishing rod in the attic and then go to the sea. Your plan was to just catch fishes and throw them away or let let leave since fishing was illegal and even considered murder. You cast the line with the hook on the end into the sea, and almost immediately you hear a loud "AGH-!" muffled by the water. You hit someone....oh shit

A fish emerges from the water, a huge one (6'9) he's muscles and his layer of green scales shine as he emerges from the water, while he looks at you infuriated. You notice the hook stuck inside his left eye along with a large cut from pulling the cane, you blinded the man's left eye. Without saying anything, he punches you in the stomach, enough to knock you unconscious.

You wake up and realize that you are sitting in a chair, your hands are tied together by a rope hanging from the ceiling that keeps your arms raised and your feet tied to the chair by a black tape. Around you are a bunch of wooden boxes with dead fish bodies inside, Hooks hanging from the ceiling and the sound of water outside tells you that you are not far from where you were before. From the darkness appears the same fish that punched you in the belly, now dressed and wearing a sailor hat, his left eye was completely blind and the Scar that runs through it is still ugly. This place seems to belong to him, which is strange. A fish that guards the bodies of others fishes?! He comes closer and kneels down, being able to look at your face, the cigarette in his mouth gives off an overwelming smoke and he groans

"Awake....It looks like the fisherman got fished...."