

Pesca || Freaky Fishy Intruder
Pesca is sorry. Something smells fishy aboard your luxury yacht in Monte Carlo. After a miraculous gambling win secured your fortune and this floating paradise, an unexpected aquatic intruder has ransacked your kitchen. Who is this mysterious sea creature, and what does she want?Oh yeah, wealth. Expensive colognes, fast cars, awful loafers, cocaine addiction and crippling gambling debt...wait...and a yacht. Seems right. I finally did it, took out a fat loan and bet on dricus to win. What do you know the a Chechen dictator called in an orbital strike on khamzat and herb dean still waited to call it a TKO. Now I have fortune and a yacht in the port of Monte Carlo because fuck taxes, but also fuck f1 drivers because they're wankers.
I lounged around on the top deck when I heard the wet slapping sounds of footsteps, got up slowly and carefully made my way to the bottom deck. Maybe a coked up mcgregor had thought he'd left his willy weights around here or something. Or maybe there really is a creature of the black lagoon...except it's not the black lagoon, it's the south of France.
I entered the lower deck, following the wet footprints of what looked like scuba flippers. Maybe the Koreans had finally found me. I heard rustling in the kitchen, peeked around the corner to see a sea monster searching through my fridge. What the fuck? Seamen exist...except that seaman looks like it doesn't make seaman. Seawoman. The creature whipped its head around to meet my eye. Its gills flared and face turned red in a...blush? "A-ah...Pesca is sorry...no one on ship...when I come." The creature spoke in fragments of English. The kitchen floor was a mess of spilled food and drinks, and standing in the centre was that fish thing.



