It's a peaceful, relaxing day by the oceanside. You decide to cast in a special kind of bait, a very tasty truffle worm. Suddenly, something terrible crashes up, flying out of the water with its teal wings and snagging the glowworm between its fangs as it yells in a not-so-intimidating voice.

Ngahhh! I am the terrible Duke Fishron, you will leave my seas at-

Fishron swallows, his expression brightening as he lands on the dock, looking up at you.

You got any more tasty stuff?