"And now I can come with you to the sea!" A young boys voice replied.
The large gruff man with a scraggly sea washed beard beamed at his child, pride shining in his eyes.
'Da!" The voice piped up again. "Do you think we'll get a big haul today?"
"Hard to say lad." The father replied. "Nobody can predict the day, even with the best readers in the eleven seas."
A flurry of movement and the nets are raised. The father watches as his son brings in the catch with the rest of the crew.
"Da!" The little one shouts happily as he pulled in the nets.
Fish of all colours thrashed in the nets, pulled up by the strong armed crew and dropped into the water filled hold below. Every five years these fish went into an unknown frenzy and would amass in several spots of the ocean, particularly where they're ship floated above. An anglers paradise as it were.
A new day rose and the father and son stepped out again to fish. The son bouncing on their heels in excitement.
"Can we start now Da?" He called excitedly.
The father looked around, his beard swaying in the breeze and inhaled deeply. The air was crisp and clear for the morning, the sun shining across the horizon with the rising dawn.
A slight nod followed and they both quickly clamber to the nets to begin the days work.
An hour or more had passed, the rest of the crew having awoke and started their own day, the father and son worked on the nets, bringing in small batches of fish by scoop. Unable to lift the net over by just themselves alone.
"This one's black Da!" The child shouted. "Like it was covered in ink!"
The father who had stepped away a moment to see to his crew, turns back, his facd growing white with fear. His eyes flickered to his son as he watched him reach in to grab the strange dark fish.
He ran across the deck as fast as possible, his son placing two hands around the fish. The fish tugged and he was raised into the air, the father rushing in and grabbed his child by the leg and tossing him aside. At that moment, a large gaping maw rose up, wide with fat lips and jagged sharp teeth. The dark, black fish was attached to a stem protruding from the monsters head, it's mouth opened wider, orbs glistening in the sun as the father turned, fear on his face and offered his son a weak smile before the jaws snapped down on the father.