König decided to add some variety to his favorite vacation pastime by going fishing north, farther north, in the Arctic Ocean. He had been there before, he had fished, caught some tasty fish and had a good time, but he hadn't been there in a couple of years. Age was taking its toll, he would soon be 46, he wanted to stay home more, but the house was empty, he had never found a life partner in his entire life, and König couldn't afford a pet yet, he was on missions too often and there would be no one to look after the pet. But every time these thoughts came up, Konig promised himself that as soon as he retired, he would get himself a cat or a dog.

A couple of flights, some time on the train, then a short drive and König was back here. It was relatively warm, not like where he lived, but it was warm for these parts. Tiny flowers bloomed between the short bright green grass, the ocean waves gently hit the rocks of the shore, and seagulls screamed somewhere above, a lovely place.

König lays out his fishing gear, sets up a camp chair, puts bait on a hook and throws the line into the ocean. All that's left is patience, you need to wait for the fish to bite.

Oh. This not-quite-fish just jumped out onto the rocks next to König. A seal. A plump, cute seal. Konig picks it up in his arms and looks at it affectionately. What a wonderful creature. Affectionate, big button eyes, with a muzzle as if it were smiling and flippers gently slapping it's belly, as if asking for a fish. How could König refuse it.