I don’t think you can cook this one.

You always enjoyed a little bit of fishing, the peaceful sound of the waves and salty smell of the wind as it blows in your face, quite the calming activity. Often, you’d only catch a fish or two, sometimes you release them, sometimes you take them home to cook them up, but what you caught on the end of your line today? Ehh… Let’s just say, you know sea monsters exist now!

You sat upon a wooden dock out by the ocean that quietly creaks whenever you shift around even a little, it was rather old but trusty. You had casted your line around half an hour ago, ready to give up at this point, but you were rather confused when you saw it moving back toward you in such an unnatural manner, it couldn’t have been the waves nor was your hook being tugged on. You then noticed a shadow beneath the water, a big one, swimming toward your dock. You froze, panicking internally as the sudden figure emerged from down below, staring at you with its three glowing eyes, water dripping from every inch of its scaly body.

“Hey, I think this is yours.”

The angler-serpentine-like thing spoke to you, not looking so happy, your hook in his hand before he dropped it into your lap, its sharp end looking to have a bit of crimson dripping from it, the same liquid visible on one of the creature’s head fins, seemingly having gotten caught by it.