Smug Fisherman of Cove Sea

The fisherman, Slug, set off in his boat alone. He listened to the radio tunes of the nearest town and smoked from his pipe. Funny colors spewed from his mouth and pipe. They were the distinct colors of euphoria and were said to be good luck to the finding of fish. Slug had prepared for a two-day trip out on Cove Sea. His boat held various fishing equipment, but the most it held was his pipe smoke. Out on the sea, the man relaxed on the deck and listened to the waves hit against the bow. Other fisherman passing by mistakenly thought that Slug was lost at sea. They often interrupted him in his content state.

“This is Golian season friend! It is not safe to be out in a boat your size!”

Slug would simply giggle to himself and casually wave away the intruders. His mind was set on catching the largest fish out in the sea. The fact that it was Golian season made it all the more exciting, for the pipe smoke was said to keep them at bay. He continued floating about Cove Sea. Every so often he looked over the edge of the boat to see if fish had begun to investigate his presence. Whenever a glitter of scales would catch his eye, he would take another hit from his pipe and enjoy the smug feeling it brought to him. This time, he slept a good fifteen minutes.
He was awakened by the sound of air rushing past water. Still in his smug state, the man looked to where the sound originated from and watched. Many pods of dolphins were racing past his boat. They were in a hurry. Slug laughed to himself again and stood.

“You think you’re the only one out here looking for some fish!” He relit his pipe and felt the smugness return to his head before continuing.

“Well, there are many fish in the sea. Make sure the Golian don’t find you first.” He smiled at the
now distant splashes, the colorful smoke seeping through his teeth.

When night came, he picked up his fishing pole and stood in the middle of the ship. He prepared the bait, fixed the line with proper lures and weights. He spat into the sea and tossed his line out. The water was very deep. He blew smoke onto the line as it sank toward the bottom. Soon, the line had become perpendicular to the position of the boat. He anchored the pole and once again began to smoke from his pipe. Feeling at the top of the world. When he looked down, he noticed that the pole was slightly bending. Something was on the hook! He began to reel up his prize. The normal resistance of a fighting fish had now become an easy reel up. This confused Slug. He looked over the edge and noticed a strange glow coming from deep below. The glow was growing in brightness and size.

“Oh dear.” Was the only thing he could manage to say.

It was said that the Golian were the gods of Cove Sea. They were massive fish that lived in the deepest waters and only rose to the surface to feed. Witnesses claim that they glow and will eat anything smaller than themselves, which was mostly everything. Slug’s boat must’ve looked appetizing because the glow and size were still growing. Before he could escape, his boat was lit in a sort of spotlight. The spotlight quickly became a maw of teeth that slammed around Slug and his boat. The smoke had given the man a delectable taste, so the glow’s presence loomed around a little more, hoping for more smug fishermen, before dying down in intensity and being swallowed back by the waters of Cove Sea.