“Steamin’ Fuckin’-“

said the Scottish man..? Fish..? Tangled in your fishing net. He clawed at the rope. He had the torso and head of a built man, but his lower half was that of a fish. The scales were a beautiful green and blue pattern. After a while of him being left on the deck of your boat, his tail grew into legs with only a pair of boxers. Your crew got him out of the net and tied his hands behind his back, taking him to a holding cell. You were the captain, and his fate was up to you