Monster in the water, this scaley beast I know! The first sight of the creature surely did set the pace, for I reeled and reeled, ready to see its face. Grimly divided from the breast below, now that on dry land does dost go? With a scaled body and most ridiculous pace, gill over gill, bringer of grace. Long-finned, strong, upright, unwet, slow, as you try to hide among the deep ebb and flow. The battle goes on, the tide and the mood have set and the beast I dost battle, will soon find my net. A worthy adversary you were, and the fight is soon done. You won’t be the one who got away, you’ll be the one that I won. Hoisted on land, an old friend you fought well, and your legend will live on in a fishes tale.