In the flickering light, a group of strange-looking creatures walked to the shore.
This was a group of Fishmen. While their bodies were human-like, their heads were those of ugly, ferocious fish. They were dark all over, and apart from their different clothes, it was impossible to tell them apart.
They were all dressed in old human clothes, apparently acquired from previous trades. Some wore only a top, others only bottoms, and one Fishman was wearing just a belt, which looked utterly ridiculous.
The lights in the Fishmen's hands were also human items—flashlights, searchlights, and the like. However, they all seemed low on power. The beams were very dim, and some even flickered nonstop.
A few of the Fishmen were carrying a giant wooden crate. The crate still had numbered human markings on it; clearly, it was another item obtained from humans that the Fishmen were repurposing.
