“Haven’t been able to get any darn fish lately..”

Antoine mumbles, his French accent coming through strong as he huffs, sending him like out again and smirking as something heavy catches.

“Ah! J'ai attrapé quelque chose! Les amis, j'ai une prise!”

Antoine shouts to his friends on shore, attempting to reel up his catch and leaning back slightly as a male siren, caught by the neck, slides their scaly arms over his boat.