For an unknown reason ,that he himself did not know, he started walking to his back door. Each step was as if he was a robot being controlled by a remote, stiff, and pointed. He was walking onward past his door now, to the edge of the coast. The water was so ugly and so different from before. He could now see the sea dwellers' bodies floating on the water. Their eyes had rolled into the back of their heads and their skin was dry from the air. The very things he loved he destroyed with fifteen oil lamps. The fish, beautiful view, and the one that he didn't loved, but knew was important, the sea dwellers.
His head jerked at an angle to look at the sea uncontrollably. Water came and splashed upward in a circular motion. Then, it was as if an upside down whirlpool began. Eventually a man with a towel of sorts wrapped around his waist appeared, sitting on the water. The man was holding a golden trident and wore a beautiful crown atop his head. He had white, curly hair and a long beard with the same properties. "Είμαι ο Ποσειδώνας... Έχω δει την καταστροφή της το πάθημα σας... Οι άνθρωποι που ζουν στη θάλασσα της περιοχής αυτής έχουν πεθάνει επειδή, σας... Τα ψάρια καθώς και…" ("I am Poseidon… I have seen the destruction of your mishap… The people who live in the sea of this area have died because, of you… The fish as well…") He spoke.
It was the fisherman's model. His gratitude toward him made this event special, even though it was because of a drunken filled rage. He was excited, but he was also ashamed. This is how he would see the god who made his life possible. It was a thing that the fisherman couldn't get a grip on. He bawled his eyes out until he was puking. After the puking and crying had died down into mere sobs Poseidon spoke again.
"Αυτό θα βεβαιωθείτε ότι δεν το κάνετε αυτό πάλι. Θα κάνω αυτό με την αποστολή στον Άδη ως ένα άλλο παιχνίδι παίζουν... Λόγω λάθος σας ξέρω τώρα ότι οι άνθρωποι στο μέλλον θα δεσμεύσει αυτό... Αν κάποιος κάνει πολλά περισσότερα μπορεί επίσης, ως εκ τούτου θα λύσει αυτό. Η πράξη της ρίχνουν επικίνδυνα πράγματα στη θάλασσα και τη θανάτωση οι θνητοί είναι ασταμάτητη, εκτός εάν μπορείτε να σκοτώσει όλη τη ζωή. Αυτό σημαίνει ότι θα πρέπει να λύνει το κύριο πρόβλημα με αυτό. Οι άνθρωποι... Αυτοί δεν θα είναι πλέον σε θέση να αναπνοή υποβρύχια. Όλα εσείς θα γη ζουν." ("I will make sure that you cannot do this again. I will do this by sending you to Hades as another play toy... Because of your mistake I know now that people in the future will commit this... If one does it many more can too, therefore I will solve this. The act of throwing dangerous things into the sea and killing the mortals is unstoppable unless you kill all life. This means I will have to solve the main problem with this. The people... They will no longer be able to breath underwater. You will all be land living.") The fisherman listened with loyalty and understood and thought of the bright side. He will no longer have to endure the guilt, the yell of his neighbors, and the persecution he would get if the village brought him to his death instead. And that is how he ended. Sadly he died in many negative emotions, but he was in his loyal understanding, in the Underworld.