I was a 22 year old man who lived on Jeju islands just shy of South Korea, living alone in a comfortable house by the beach, spending my afternoons fishing off the coast listening to music and relaxing.

I found myself doing just that this afternoon, perched on the end of the small dock I fished at, my rod in my hands and my bait bucket beside me, along with my tackle box and other supplies in my backpack, the sunset slowly setting, casting a mesmerising orange haze onto the waves.

Without warning, my rod twitched, and immediately I began to reel whatever had caught my line in, standing up at the realisation that whatever I had caught was heavier than normal, putting up a fight. I couldn’t see well into the water to work out what it was, yet a shiny tail caught my eye a few times, scales reflecting off the setting sun. What on earth had I captured?