You shake your head in frustration as yet another coughing fit overpowers 
you. "A good opportunity to make some money", you mutter to yourself, making 
a mental note to kick the friend who suggested this job to you. You frown 
with distaste and look up from the tissue you covered your mouth with. Foggy, 
dark and bland, like always. You curse the day you set foot on this fishing 
boat, having spent days at a time out on the ocean, dredging the floor for 
Shellder and Cloysters. The thick ocean air was starting to cause breathing 
issues. You hear the captains heavy footsteps on the deck above you, he 
bellows orders down to the crew. Jumping to attention, you follow his orders 
and move toward the winch to bring the nets back up.

Having started the crane, you know it will be a few minutes before the next 
resurfaces. Yawning deeply, you stare out at the ocean. The fog was so thick 
now that you could barely see more than a dozen metres from where you're 
standing, without the massive spotlights at the front of the ship, it 
wouldn't be safe to move anywhere for fear of hitting a reef or some other 
nasty thing. And there were many nasties out here. 

Suddenly a high-pitched whine from the winch brings you out of your thoughts, 
it was struggling greatly to bring in whatever it contained. A cold sensation 
of fear suddenly washes over you, no amount of clam or small fish Pokemon 
could cause the winch to struggle like that, whatever you'd caught, it was 
big. You yell for the captain to explain this to him, he tells you to stay 
your hand for a moment. Against your better judgment you listen and wait. 

A deep groan comes from the deck beneath you, the winch was starting to 
buckle. A scraping noise comes from behind you, spinning your head quickly, 
you see that all the boxes stacked opposite you on the deck are sliding in 
your direction, fast. The boat was beginning to tip. "Captain, we have to 
lose the load," you urge desperately. The captain nods, and you reach for the 
release lever on the winch control panel. A moment later, the boat rights 
itself and the net is jettisoned. 

For a small eternity, no one moves, even the Captain is standing still, 
breath bated. Then seemingly from nowhere, a haunting, deep song fills the 
air. Unsure what to make of this, the crew all rushes to your side, peering 
out into the fog to try and make sense of this new noise. The song continues, 
only it gets louder. Peering intently into the mist, you see a shadow 
forming. A very large shadow. Too large...

As it comes closer, a huge bulk, wading through the water appears, midway up, 
a pair of stubby arms ending in claws, seemingly small in proportion to the 
rest of the creature, but still large enough to tear a cow in half. Following 
the shadow up, short wings are visible, followed by a massive head with large 
luminescent yellow eyes, ending in two snakelike, almost comical antennae, 
you can see the vague shape of a large net attached to one of the gargantuan 
things.

A deckhand whimpers and reaches for a harpoon gun stacked in one of the 
boxes, you reach desperately for the gun, to try and make him lower it, in 
the struggle the harpoon fires and lodges itself in the creatures frontside. 
Again, for a moment the silence is deafening. Until the creature bellows in 
rage. You see it raise a truck-sized arm, just before swiftly bringing it 
down toward the boat.

The arm collides with earth-shattering force, for a moment you remain 
conscious, seeing a garbled, confused vision of your fellow crewmen flying 
through the air, then blackness. You open your eyes blearily, and cough up 
some water. Around you is the remains of the fishing barge, you happen to be 
laying on one of the very few pieces large enough to support a human. You 
yell frantically for help, no answer from anyone. The fog presses in on you. 
As you lay weakly you think you can vaguely hear a haunting song fading into 
the distance.