ghostpirate fishermen
I went to the Saturday Market to attempt to use up the last hour of daylight. As I was leaving, I was assaulted by some creepy fisherman dude who told me I couldn't leave until I bought some salmon.

Yarr! That thar is the best salmon in these parts, missy!

When I told him I loved fish but wasn't carrying any money, he shoved a package of alaskan wild salmon into my hands as a gift.

Then, when I looked up, the sun had vanished and everything was shrouded in some creepy, freezing SEA FOG. And it's moving in very, very fast. Ghost-pirate fishermen can do that, you know.

Now, I wonder about preparing my tasty, tasty undead salmon.