The morning is bright and pretty, seagulls cawing, the homely smell of the sea. Also, you have no idea what's going on.

One second you were trying to catch a some fish in a huge panicking delicious flock with your claws, the next some sort of netting closed around you. It hauled you up with more strength than a whale, trapping you alongisde. The Ocean Mother may curse you for your greed, you suppose, but how were you supposed to know the fish and lattice were a trap?

It hauled you up out the foam, your wiggling only made you more stuck. And that's how you ended up here.

Hanging from a strange pole by a net, staring some weird creature in the face. It... they?... have a face and arms and chest like you, but land-dweller legs and silly short pale shell-yellow hair and it's-- they?-- have covered their body with cloth for some reason.

Something deep in your memory stirs, a story told to you when you were barely bigger than a herring. A story about humans.

This twisty position makes your tail hurt. The human seems awestruck. They're staring at you with big eyes. You can't blame them, you're staring too.