Beginning VI-3-3-2b

OWW!! That was painful.

No, I am not free.

I am still stuck to this force pulling my jaw. I am going against the current.

I can't push back. I am trapped. Caught. Water rushing everywhere. Clouds of bubbles blocking my vision...

Aahh. Yanked again.

Woah!... woah!!

I am out of the water... flailing

I'm dangling upside down! I am falling!... no not falling. Something holds me. I can't move my...

Oh my. What's that! It's huge---

What? No! He's enormous!

The gigantic bearded face of the fisherman is looking at you

I am no bigger than his nose, surely!?

Surely my back is broken? I can't move. I can't feel my feet?!

What is going on?

Then the great face smiled - or it was more like a grin. His mighty eyeballs were like pools of dark green.

"Who are you?", his voice boomed (but it was strangely muffled, though I knew it was deafeningly loud).

"You are a fish," he said, "and I am your school".

...

At the great shock of my situation, I fell into darkness. All my senses left me.