“Some are calling it the apocalypse, while others say it is simply a sign of global warming, today we have brought in respected professor Abraham Rubin from the Frankfurt school.”

“So mister Rubin, tell us about your view on the issue, should we start worrying?” Asked the energetic voice of the news anchor.

“Well I won't be so radical as to imply that there is anything to worry about,” answered an older, slightly whiny voice, “but I would remiss if I were not to mention that we should mayhaps start considering the fact that the issue might be growing into something that we would in the future need to worry abou-”

Plava smacked the off button of the radio. He hated the morning news show, but he was too lazy to change the default station of his alarm clock to anything else.

Honestly these news channels knew nothing of what people wanted to hear, negative news, negative news, negative news. Bla bla bla.

He rolled out of bed and sniffed at his t-shirt. Smelled decent enough, no need to change it, the jeans didn't even need to be mentioned, jeans never got dirty.

He wobbled slightly, still disoriented from just waking up and went to get his mouthwash from the bathroom.

After swishing the stuff around in his mouth he went to the kitchen slash living room and pulled out a soggy pizza from the freezer, the power had gone out a while ago.

For whatever reason, he saw no conceivable way that the small amount of flooding they'd been experiencing could actually affect the availability of electricity. Sure it was weird that the water was pitch black now, but electricity should hardly be deterred by the weirdness and beauty of the new ocean.

He shoved the pizza into his mouth and enjoyed the flavour or pepperoni and sugary dough as it travelled down his throat. He later had to pick out a few things out of his beard, consequences of his messy eating style, but that was fine.

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Time waited for no man, and he had fishing to do. After all he'd told Kai that he'd meet him at half past ten on the balcony and by god, he would keep his promise. He put on some loafers at the door, fishing gear in hand and made his way to miss Mumblerhap's apartment on the floor below his.

He’d had to move his fishing balcony one floor up a week ago and would have to do so again soon. The flood seemed very persistent on inconveniencing him in every way possible, but jokes on it, he still had eleven floors to go after that.

He leisurely walked down the stairs and entered the apartment through the broken door, it stank to high heavens in there, the woman having left two of her cats here before she fled. That lady really had no spine, but he wasn't here for the interior.

He trudged his way through the wrecked living room and onto the balcony where he finally caught a breath of fresh air.

“Ah, the fresh sea breeze in the morning accompanied by the sight of the ocean stretching where the eye don't see.” And he indeed did not see anything but the ocean, just an endless expanse of black water with the occasional apartment building and skyscraper jutting out of the it.

“Yeah, very beautiful, the people who left are really missing out.” Said a voice from next to him, which startled Plava slightly. He spun around and saw it was Kai. The teenage rapscallion snuck up on him!

“Morning Kai, didn't see you there,” he shook his head pityingly, “yeah, they're really missing out, I bet they'll feel stupid once the flood recedes and they've spent several weeks camping out in the mountains for absolutely nothing.”

Kai grinned, dimpled teenager that he was. “I heard they're building ships up there now, naming it Noah's arc. I heard it was,” he stretched out his arms as far as he could, “this bigggggg.”

He seemed actually excited about it. Well it would be an impressive thing to see Plava admitted, but ships were pretty shit living places all in all. He told Kai as such.

“Ships are nice to look at, but boy are they harsh to live on, I wouldn't recommend it.” He said with a fatherly laugh.

“Were you ever on a ship mister Pilula?” He asked curiously.

He sat down on the lawn chair they'd gotten from some neighbours and sat down, throwing out his fishing rod into the black ocean below the balcony. Kai joined him soon after.

They could talk while fishing after all, and every second not doing so was wasted.

“Sure was, lived on a shrimping boat for a few years back when the sea wasn't as beautiful as now, horrid experience all in all, but I had to pay off a few debts.” Plava said, proud of all the things he'd experienced.

He looked at Kai after not receiving the usual awe filled response. They boy was struggling to pull something out the water.

Plava shook his head, truly still a child, usually you whooped once when you had a fish on the line to inform ones partner about the fact.

His complaints faded away as they boy pulled up the water dweller he'd hooked.

“Wow!” Exclaimed Kai as he clobbered the thing to death on the balcony with a club.

“One of its kind!” Laughed Plava.

Round appearance, completely black, a triple chin, bulbous eyes and lips and spikes instead of fins.

“Now that's what I call a catch!” He exclaimed with laughter, Kai joined in soon after.

“We'll be eating well today!”