Ever since the early 2000's. Crab pot lines, dragging nets, lines, began being cut, cleanly, like with a knife. Small pin prick to to the width of a pencil sized holes began appearing in the hulls of boats. To container ships, the US's Coast Gaurd Cutters, UCG Boarding boats and fishing vessels. Anything that crossed the Bering Sea would get a hole.
Along with the weird cut ropes and leaks, a USO(Unidentified Swimming Object) had been see, it was a mostly silver with some sort of blues.
And it was minimally 4 meters long, with a supposed wingspan or finspan of 8 meters, since whatever it was liked to jump out of the water to scare off boats.
The few boats who had spotted it, had nicknamed it the "Nessy". Some people think it's to do with the Silver coat snagged atop Silver Coat Rock near St Pual island, since the Nessy is silver in colour.
But nobody could confirm it. Since most people on the Bering Sea would get Bering Sea Dementia, and usually see things. Imagine things. Go slightly crazy.
Amd the symptoms, for Bering Sea Dementia consist of the following; not thinking properly, no sleep, too much work, nightmares while you're still awake and random things.
So it was safe to say that seeing the Nessy could've been imagination.
But what confused everybody was the way crab pots, and their lines and nets would be cut, or buoys sank. And it pissed fishermen off to no end. Some boats opted to start using metalic nets for their pots, but they still got cut.
Onboard the Northwestern.
Edgar, Norman and Jake "Fox" Hansen, Matt Bradley, Nick Mavar and their Captain, Sig Hansen, were pulling their farthest north red King crab pots of the King grounds.
They had a 10 average coming, it was good enough for now, but it could've been way better.
Them, along with any other crew member on the Bering Sea was worried, of sinking or pots being cut.
And the first lot of the Northwestern's string would heave results of if they were going to go down and lose shit.
Steaming up to the first buoys, Edgar fluently threw the hook, catching the line and pulling it into the boat, then the coiler, while Matt and Nick waited to land the pot, and Jake waited to bait it.
But when a snapped line came through the block, the whole demenour of the deck turned painfully sour.
Edgar grabbed the line, it was cut clean. And it pissed off the second youngest Hansen to no end. "What the fuck is this?!" Edgar yelled angrily, throwing the line into the single shot in the coiler, Fox pulling it out while Edgar waited for the next pot to show up.
Pulling the second pot left dismal results, the netting of the pot was completely shredded.
But on the third pot, their was a completely diffrent catch, a catch in pain and injured, bleeding dull red, covered in its own blood from it's struggles, was a 4 meter long sea monster looking thing, with lines wrapped around its neck.
At first, nobody knew what to do, and Sig considered taking Norman's shotgun and shooting the damn thing, but it was so gorey, that even he turned to look away.
The creature struggled up on deck, finally struggling free of the lines, as they'd loosened up. Collapsing, the silver monster laid on the deck of the 125ft Northwestern, with a deep, heavy bleeding gash in it's neck.
But whatever it was, it was injured, and the crew would rather it not die on their deck, so they grabbed the closest cloth, and wrapped on around the creature's wound. The only response they got that the thing understood them was a pained huff, and a struggle to get away.
Eventually, the thing let it be treated, realizing that it would probably die if it didn't get medical treatment, which the crew of the boat knew how to do.
"Hey, you're alright." Edgar said softly, the thing having moaned in pain when the boat rolled. It's tail curled closely to its body, it's wings- fins? tightly covering it's furred body from the bright lights. Bright, sky blue eyes looked up at Edgar, the thing saying in the quietest voice, "It hurts."
The thing sounded...human. And Edgar swore he was about to shit himself when it talked- he? talked? it sounds like a guy.
"It talks?" Matt asked, in shocked confusion, backing away from the bloodied atea of the boat. "Yup." Norman glanced back to the door leading to the inside of the boat, considering to kill the thing. But didn't. It mist have some explanation as to why ot had been cutting nets and trying to sink boats.
After a while, the bleeding had slowed to the point where Edgar didn't have to hold the cloth covering the wound. Norman walked up behind his younger, staring wearily at the silver being. He wanted to ask why, but didn't know how it would react.
"Why?" Norman finally asked, Sig standing behind him, the Captain getting out of the wheelhouse.
The creature uncurled it long-ass tail, sighing. "The Silver coat." Was all it said, confusing Captain and crew. "Silver Coat Rock? As in the story?" Edgar asked, watching the creature's eyes gaze up at him meakly, the creature nodded it's dragonzlike head.
"You want us to say it?" Edgar then asked, and again, the creature nodded his head.
"Well, in the late 90's, a fisherman of the Andromedia fell off the boat, on a calm day. The Captain turned around but didn't know where the man was. And he ran over him, shredding the guy. And the silver coat the guy was wearing got snagged up on the rocks." Edgar repeated the story the best he could.
"You wouldn't believe me if I said I'm that guy. I'm not dead, although I don't remember my name, but I don't wanna know it. I have a name." The creature stated, stopping between words to breath.
The whole deck became silent. What?
"And what's your name?" Edgar asked, tilting the creatures head towards him, two pairs of bright blue eyes meeting.
"Silver Lazuliy." The creature stated, it's fawn-like ears finally propping up from being glued to it's head- his, head? His head.
Edgar nodded, silver, like his primary fur, and lazuli for his blue. "You alright to get up?" Edgar asked, but got a grumbled 'maybe' back.
Edgar got up, lifting the creatures head of his lap. Silver got up, his lanky frame taller than Edgar. Now that it's fur was dry, he almost looked like a plush toy.
Norman stood by Edgar, finally asking a long-time question, "Why are you cutting up pots, and trying to sink boats?"
Silver's blue eyes panned over to the second oldest Hansen, answering honestly, "I got ran over by a boat. I fell off a boat. I got killed-ish, by a boat. What do you think, genius." Silver growled, stepping towards the shortest Hansen, bearing it's sharp teeth.
That made sense, the whole attempts to sink boats, and cutting lines, it all made sense now, it was revenge.
Hopefully, now they could try and talk him out of doing it anymore. "Colud you, maybe, stop? Cutting and sinking?" Edgar asked hesitantly, noticing Silver had sharp, sharp claws.
"What can you offer me?" Silver asked, surprising Edgar, "I guess, friendship?" Edgar offered a soft smile, watching as Silver's snout went from angry to almost like he wanted to cry.
"Really?" Silver asked quietly, his soft tone suprising the crew. Silver must've been so lonely over the past decade and more years. "Yeah." Edgar comfirmed.
Silver smiled, and Edgar swore he'd never seen something that adorable. "Alright, I'll stop. Thanks for helping me, too." Silver said, "For your help, Imma try get one of the good fish from down at the bottom, their good, I promise." Silver shuffled to the rail of the boat, before diving into the water.
Edgar held a small smile on his face, watching Silver go. Wait, why was he smiling?? His smile fell before anyone could notice it.
"Well then, umm, we needa go back to hauling pots, back to work!" Sig ordered, and the crew ran back to their posts.