"Help! I'm sinking!" I screamed in horror.
A nearby fisherman ran over to the end of the dock and threw a line. It sailed through the air in slow motion and landed in the water next to me.
"Grab a hold and I'll pull you up and out!" He yelled.
"Ok- wait, but won't I get blisters on my fingers?!"
"It doesn't matter! Quick, grab hold before you slip under the surface my friend!"
"But you don't understand, I'm a professional pianist and I need my fingers! Can't you throw me a life ring, please?!"
"There is not enough time! Soon you'll be beneath the waves! Go on and grab hold of the line!"
Reluctantly, I snatched the line. The fisherman began pulling me in. I finally began to relax, knowing that I would be ok.
"Hang in there, you're almost out!"
"I know, and for that I am happy!"
Suddenly I felt a tug at my ankle- then another.
"Somethings nipping at my heels!" I screamed.
"It's gotta be the tuna's! They think you're food!"
Once again my heart began to race as I realized that this fisherman had turned me into bait.
"You're going to get me killed, you crook!"
"What do you want me to do?! Should I let go of the line??"
"Please just hurry!" I begged as suddenly I felt a horrible pain. "Aii!!!! My foot! It's gone!" The water around me began turning deep red as the tuna bit off all my limbs, one by one.
The fisherman sobbed as he pulled what was left of me out of the water and onto the dock.
"I'm going to call an ambulance!"
"I'll never play the piano again!" I cried.