Day 953

The old museum was dedicated to the local fishermen and their ancient tradition of "fish whispering" which was long claimed to be the key factor in their record breaking hauls. Mannequins were set up all over the place demonstrating their technique of dedicating a crew member for the part of whisperer and dragging them beneath the ship for as long as possible while they would whisper all of their secrets, apparently luring curious fish in who would want to know more about their secrets and spread them along the length of the river and deep into the sea.

After one too many civilians drowned trying this technique the museum was shut down and declared to be the source of the fascination with the practice. Of course it wasn't the case but nobody was quite willing to admit that they'd heard all sorts of cruel and terrible things whispered among the small waterfalls and rapids further downstream from the drownings.

Perhaps it was the case that the technique did indeed work and worked too well, luring too many fish too close to people who had no intention of catching them, instead being dragged deep down by eager river-dwellers who wanted to head more of these new and interesting secrets. Fish just don't understand that we don't breathe underwater, that we can't breather underwater, and thus they assume they can just pull you along while you tell them more, tell them everything you could never bear to tell the people you know.