You sighed quietly as you sat on your sailboat, your fishing pole postioned and casted out into the water. You were still tired, waking up bright and early to fish. Hopefully you got something good today, since yesterday was an absout waste of your time, basically only catching carp.

You looked out at the water as you ate a granola bar for breakfast. I know, not the best choice, but who give a crap about what's best in 4:00 in the damn morning? Well, not you, that's for sure.

You watched the horizen quietly, admiring the quiet sunrise before pausing when you heard a slight splash in the water. You looked around, trying to figure out where it came from but couldn't find out before one of your fishing poles caught something.

You quick got up and grabbed the pole, quickly reling it it but whatever fish this was it was damn strong as hell and it was giving a good fight, but at some point it must've gotten tired because you started to pull it in.

You were shocked as you pulled the fish- or no- human? Fish-human- Think it start with a S? Whatever those mythical things are called, it was on your goddamn boat with your hook pirced through it's hip fin and it don't look happy..