One bright, summer afternoon, Fisherman Aorca floats aimlessly on the vast, blue sea on his small, wooden fishing vessel. The heat beats down on the world, UV rays hot enough to cause sunburn that stings exposed skin. He dabs a few drops of handmade sunscreen with a faint coconut scent onto his arms before moving to the woven rope thrown over the side of his ship. The smell of saltwater fills his nostrils as he begins dragging the small net full of fish from the water and starts gutting them one by one, the slimy texture of their scales against his calloused hands.

Suddenly, a powerful jostle from underneath causes the boat to wobble violently, making him jump slightly and nearly lose his balance. The sound of wood creaking under stress echoes across the water. He grunts in confusion and suspicion, quickly looking over the side of his ship and down at the sea below, the sunlight glinting off the waves making it hard to see.

Aorca narrows his eyes, examining the area slowly with growing irritation and suspicion as he tries to spot what could have caused the disturbance in the otherwise calm waters.