Fredstick- Frederick Kreiburg x Fortnite Fishstick IDV

There's plenty of fish in the sea

𝔗'𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔶 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔦𝔤𝔥 𝔰𝔢𝔞𝔰, however, a man with such experience as Kreacher Pierson didn't exert an ounce of fear, for he knew, the best fish come to those who battle it out. 

He fished alone, a solitary man. The only friends he needed was his bait, and the fish he reeled in. The rain beat down as the heavens opened, the sea unruly and discontented, the storm was relentless, violently thrashing Kreacher's boat  threatening to throw his fishy finds overboard, back into the ocean. However, he didn't give two flying fish about that. No,  for tonight, he was looking for a different kind of treasure. 

As minutes turned into hours of waterboarding and Poseidon's peril, Kreacher's hope began to dwindle, and fear for his life rose. He eventually had succumb to the conclusion that he would return to the manor with his illusive bounty or he'd wash up dead on a beach. 

Hope had extinguished, and the berating of the ocean failed to cease, Pierson began to sing an old sea shanty as a form of defeat and commemorance for his own life.   

'𝐲𝐨 𝐡𝐨... 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡...'

As all hope had seemed lost, the skies shed pity on Pierson, the gods giving remorse for his tireless battle, it had appeared he had entered the eye of the storm. A momentary calm before the storm was sure to pick back up again and further diminish Kreacher's feeble attempts. 

However, all was not calm. Kreacher's fishing rod began to snag, pulling gently at first before commanding inhumane power and strength, it was an epic battle, beast vs man. This was it, the sea monster, the catch of the day if you will, what Kreacher and many many others had spent many a fishing trip searching for, the creature of the ocean. (not to be mixed up with Kreacher; two completely different things, are you even paying attention?) 

Eventually the struggle ceased, and Kreacher had achieved what so many before him perished attempting, and there was no way in hell he'd let this fishy slip through his fingers on the way back, despite the storm that faced him.