You think of monsters and beasties as living in lakes or streams. They always live there, splashing about, scaring the tourists. Some unnatural things from a forgotten age live in the sea. There are lots of places to hide in the sea. It's a big place and very wet. Of course that didn't stop me from finding the two-headed, goat-legged, spawn of Varnack in a bath tub in a swank apartment at the corner of Fifth and Elm. You have to fill the tub with really cold water, add two drops of mouse blood, stick your head into the tub and hold your breath for five minutes. Then there are unicorns in the sewers. I'm not even going to tell you what it took to find them.
Oh, I don't tell anybody. I just write it up in my little book. Some people go bird watching. I seek out critters that just shouldn't be. What? You think anybody would believe me?
It doesn't matter anyway. Everything changed in the Petrified Forest. They laid a trap for me. Well, how was I supposed to know that writing them up in my little black book locked them in place? The survivors came looking for me. Now, I spend all my time trying to find where they hid my soul.
Please, help me.