Cryptids and You
A Comprehensive Guide to Bounty-Fishing
By Pieter Viljoen
Introduction
If you're reading this, then either you're dumb enough to go into the world's most dangerous line of work, or you just purchased this book out of curiosity at some bookstore/coffee shop, and you are reading this while you enjoy your pumpkin spice latte. Or maybe you acquired this as an e-book or a Kindle book or whatever; I could give less of a fuck where you're reading this or who you might be. All that matters to me is that I am making money by lying about this profession. Human beings like to believe that there is always a certain way to do shit, that if you follow the right steps, you'll succeed no matter what. That's the biggest crock of shit that I have ever heard; no one got anywhere in life by following stone-set tenets, especially in this line of work. Bounty-fishing is a game of luck and who can take down the AC in the most efficient manner possible, before the damn thing decides to crush your ship like a tin can or drag you and your crew down to a watery grave.
I never thought I'd make an impact on the world, especially after I ended my illustrious 25-year career in the South African Navy, just before the Ascension Incident, leaving the Navy with the esteemed rank of Captain and the rights to brag about commanding the SAS Hugo Biermann. I was drifting from contract to contract in maritime security, right up until "sea monsters" and "aquatic cryptids" had torn the world's maritime economy a new asshole. Whether it be news about a US destroyer getting crushed by the all-mighty tentacles of a Kraken, or an entire oil derrick falling prey to a Meg, shit was hitting the fan. One day, as I sat at some beachfront bar in Durban, drinking a beer as I watched people stabbing one another on a typical Friday night, I had an epiphany. I asked myself what would happen if I bought a boat, a fuck-ton of guns, and a crew, and then offered up a service to clear out these damn beasts for whomever paid us the most cash. Not once did I think I would survive, though.
The first sucker to offer up a hefty bounty was Madagascar. The island nation was besieged by a pod of aggressive fucking sea serpents, and shipping routes from mainland Africa to the island were an absolute fucking mess. For about 2 months, we were running patrols up and down the coast of that shitty island, killing any AC we saw. Half of my crew gave their lives during this endeavor, and not one of their sacrifices were in vain. One ship cleared those shipping routes and killed God-knows-how-many fucking sea serpents, and Madagascar practically got on its knees and gave me a toothless blowjob for my service. My crew and I were living like kings now, and I had another idea. I bought another boat and crew, took up more contracts worldwide. The goddamn Americans like to think that they started the commercialization of bounty-fishing - what with Clearwater and all that - but that's a load of bollocks and they fucking know it, so fuck them. I had a baby, and her name was Hydra Maritime Security Solutions.
Before I knew what the fuck was going on, the world was in awe at the industry that I had pioneered, like the Voortrekkers who made my homeland great. CNN called us "the Executive Outcomes of bounty-fishing," Greenpeace tried several times to sue my ass, the pussy-footing UN wanted me to tone down the amount of ACs we were killing, but the rest of the world was more than willing to show me the goddamn greens. Everyone was getting into the business now, whether they be firms like mine or independent outfits. If you had a gun, boat, and crew, you were pretty much set, as every outfit had the same odds. Bounty-fishing is a dangerous game of luck, and few people are willing to believe that. This book is here so that you have at least a general idea of what the fuck you're getting yourself into. Bounty-fishing is dangerous work, but it's hella profitable, so glean what you can, but don't expect this guide to be a definite guide to the wonderful world of bounty-fishing.
Hail fucking Hydra.