First EncounterFrom Nemo's Perspective


Nemo crouched behind the wreckage of a broken FlyiFish Aircraft, one hand gripping his damaged Splattershot, the other trembling uncontrollably.


The blood-red sunset bled over the muddy shores of Marooner’s Bay, the air thick with a bitter, metallic tang of salt and rust.

And there he was—that salmon. Eyes burning with a stubborn fire that words couldn’t capture.