The Fish That Had Done It

There were all the fish you could have and some she thought there couldn't possibly be even right out there in the mess. There weren't any fish that looked like that one, not in these waters and not with that body. None slim enough to fit through the cracks in boat hulls or long enough to turn back and watch their bodies coming after. Fish like that could breathe air and travel on land. Of that she was relatively certain. She forged a plan to catch it. And when it was done, she was not certain. The storm would start going soon and she'd be pitched down beside it, no time to think of fish or anything else.