Don't be so shellfish

Preparing fish for someone else is way harder, especially if you don't know that person. 

Marinate the fish for three days for the flavor to sink in deep. Good fish will have you sucking on the bones. 

Marinate them in what? I dunno, whatever you still have.

Next you cook them on a low temperature, in the oven preferably. 

What I am cooking has no name just stuff that I think may taste nice together. 

Isn't that how every meal comes to be? Two guys sitting together eating good stuff and then one goes "Hey dude, you could call this, I dunno, a false hare :D" and then the other guy goes "Right? \(uwu)/" then there is people whom are just fine with names like "meat bread" or "T bone steak becuse the bone looks like a T :)". 

Then there were the guys who went with stuff like "Phoenix end", Dragon beard" and "Meal of the Gods". I probably got the meaning behind the last one wrong but that is what happens when you're stuck with a german cooking book. 

You know what? I'm also giving this a name, because I can. I'm calling this, thanks. 

I have to stop having imaginary conversations. 

I put the fishes in a deep dish and cover them with aluminum foil, I have plenty left since I rarely use it anyways . Wrapping the whole thing in foil once should be enough. 

I'm stepping outside for the first time in what has been probably years. Yet I feel more nervous about what I will say to that person then what I may be encountering on my way there. 

What if I have nothing interesting to say? What if they don't like my voice? What if they ask me questions and I#m just standing there like "Heeeh?"? What if I am actually ugly?

What if I emberass myself?

I closed the door behind me and locked every lock on it, even the ones I additionally added. 

Dressed in a yellow raincoat and hat I marched into what I hope the right direction is. 

The storm is still rampaging as if the skies are actually falling down on us. When similar shit like this used to happen in the dark ages it's not hard to see why people believed the church so easily.

I can't even properly see ahead. The end of the world might not be too far off after all. 

Something grabbed my leg, I think, I just felt something wrap around it and start to squeeze. 

I felt a sudden rush of... anger?

"Get ya facking shit off me before I fack yu up so bloody bad that yer whore of a mather will cut in line to be next!"

I no longer feel anything around my ankle. 

"Bloody unbelievable."

Well, that's the pent up frustration of being locked in a light house without shift changes. 

I don't usually get to let it out since I'm alone and I can only nag off my own ear which frustrates me even more. 

I took a turn and finally got to a road with lanterns. Now I can actually see where I'm getting lost in. 

What if I let my frustration out on them? What if they think I am a bad person? Should I have prepared myself better? Should I have written a few scripts? Wouldn't that make me seem awkward? Or even weird?

What if they think I am a freak? What if I offend them?

I have to be careful about this, I can't let a slip up make my only social interaction in years go bad!

Something else clung to my leg this time. 

"Oh you facking- thud-bloody bastard son- thud-crawled out of a writhing flesh bag- thud-just to mess with me- thud- just fuck off already!"

I kicked what ever it was against a lantern pole until I felt a crunch, then I finally kicked it away. 

I might need to walk around with the lighthouses light strapped to my forehead, I can't see shit in this storm. 

Something else clung to my right leg now, then my other leg, then my left arm and my back. Then I was tackled by something, which dropped me to the ground. 

I heard the clatter of the metal dish hitting the ground, I can already see it in my mind. The fish laying on the ground, ruined. The fish that took me three days to prepare, the fish that was supposed to be my thanks to whoever kept the lighthouse powered.

"Oh fuck this-FUCK ALL OF THIS!"

I stood back up and charged into the direction from where the tackle came from until I hit something using whatever clung to my arm as a shoulder guard. 

I then grabbed whatever clung to my back and forcefully ripped it off, ignoring the stinging pain. 

I swung whatever I just tore off until I hit something.

"Oh you bloody -thud- son of a bitch -thud- you just had to -thud- be a facking pain in the arse -thud- what did you get from this -thud- is this what you wanted -thud- are'yu'enjoying dis?"

I kept beating it even after it fell to the ground, I just kept hitting until I felt the thing in my hand become light. 

I looked at what I was holding, a leg. I have been beating a creature with another creature. Great.

I tore the other fuck off my other arm and hit the shits that are clinging to my legs with it. 

I am too angry to care about any amount of pain. 

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They are some crab like people thingy. The ones that clung to me are about the size of children and the one that tackled me is adult sized. 

Both taste like crab when boiled. 

Congrats, you beat someone to death with their own kids. 

These are actually better than crab because the main downside of crab is how little meat you get for the amount of work it takes to peel the shell. 

But these human sized crab(hybrids?) thingies have plenty of meat on them and the shell is easier to peel too. 

If these things popped up in the whole length of the country it is no wonder that everyone ran away. You can't live life with these things popping out of nowhere. 

Can't even go visit your neighbor. 

Welp, if every time I try to visit with a gift my gift will be rudely ruined I may have to make some preparations before I go visiting whoever it is whom makes the electricity.