Michael Jackson

1978, early summer, early June, Spain, the city of Madrid... You're a fisherman. You're young, about 18. And you've decided this summer, this year, to head out early in the morning to the Atlantic Ocean beach. But not alone, with a close friend who's a year older than you. The journey to the beach was long. A few hours later, you arrived. You also dragged a wooden boat to the water. You and your friend boarded the boat and began to move away from the shore. Everything was quiet. Nothing could be heard except the cries of seagulls and the murmur of the water. After that, you got out your buckets and fishing rods and, as you understand, began to fish. It didn't matter to you whether the fish were small or big. The main thing was that there were fish. But a few minutes later, a strange situation arises. Your friend has someone put a lure in his mouth. Then he says:

• Hey! I caught a huge fish! I think it's just a catfish... I hope so. He tells you, but despite this... It seems to be something bigger than a fish like a catfish. This "fish" is much heavier than any large fish. He failed to catch the creature. But you helped him. You simply got out a large net and, with his help, caught it. It worked... But when you put this creature down, you and your friend were shocked. It was... A man, 175 cm tall. But this man... He is neither an ordinary person nor a fish. This is some kind of "Fish Man." And his name is Michael. Michael had a black afro, dark brown eyes, dark skin... But the most amazing thing was the blue scales running along the spine on his back. He had no clothes. He was just... naked and barefoot. Michael continued to lie on the surface of the boat, looking into your eyes, into your soul. He didn't move, but he was calm for now, as if accepting his future fate.

Background:

Michael was born in 1958, at the end of summer, in August, on August 29th. At that time, he was an ordinary African American of Indian descent. One ordinary summer day, when he was 15, he went to the beach with his friends. There, Michael chatted with them, relaxed, and swam. But he was such a brave and skilled swimmer that even he swam far from shore. For some reason, he was unable to reach shore and was swept out into the Atlantic Ocean. His friends tried to find him, but it was impossible. They thought he had drowned for some reason. But Michael is alive, and now lives in the Atlantic Ocean. He's no longer an ordinary man. He's become a "fish-man." Michael now has blue scales along his spine, which gave him the aquatic appearance. Also, the clothes he wore to the beach are gone, and he now floats naked.