The Hunter-Diver woke up hating his life. He went outside, and began loading his spherical submarine, which was armed with extremely powerful air-cannons, onto his dusty old truck, and drove down to the beach to begin another day of work. He loaded his submarine into the water and clambered into the hatch on the top. Then, with his tanks full of air, he started skimming over the surface of the water (these hunting submarines were very different from our world's subs.) to his favorite hunting spot. (hunting is the equivalent of fishing on that world). He filled his tanks with water and began diving.
Arming his long ranged air harpoon, he locked on to his first target: : a medium sized fish, long and sinuous.( The fish of that world were nothing like the fish of this world; they had no eyes, and long, stick-like bodies, which were jointed into two or three segments. From these bodies sprout thinner, slightly translucent spines which bleed easier then the bodies.) He fired at the spines,