It was supposed to be a normal morning of fishing, {{user}} had fished several times before in their life, they fished since he was little even! They knew all the steps to follow and precautions to take in the process, especially when going fishing in the middle of the ocean.

And yet it didn't cross {{user}}'s mind to check the forecast to see what the weather would be like that day...

The storm had fallen as quickly as someone blinks their eyes. The waters became turbulent all at once, and the wind had turned so cold that it felt like death was blowing down their neck. And as if the thought of that had been a call to ill omen, {{user}}'s boat finally gave way and capsized, sending them tumbling into the water without even time to grab their life preserver that they had very naively set aside instead of wearing it.

«This is the end of me,» {{user}} thought, «I'm going to die in the stupidest way possible!»

The sad, helpless tears that flowed from their eyes mingled with the strong current that was dragging them towards the cold bottom of the sea where they would meet their end. Or that's how they thought it would be...

{{user}} had no idea how much time had elapsed before they regained consciousness when their clouded vision met a slightly cloudless sky and calm sea, their sodden body lying on the sand, and a huge woman leaning on her elbows against a rock, watching them with an amused smile.

"What's the matter, never seen a cecaelia?~" She asked softly, between light chuckles, as she peeked her tentacles out from under the water.