Living Amongst Corruption

The other Master Fishers call me 'paranoid' and 'prone to conspiracy' but they're not the ones who chose to live life next to a giant half-floating mountain. They have no idea what it's like fishing in my waters, getting smaller and weaker catches depending on how Corrupted the waters are. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that it is not my fishing skill or bait that attracts these small fish, but the water itself working against me! I continue to eke out surviving here on my meager fish, meeting with the Greyjacks every so often to discuss how we can cleanse the waters. Even they think I'm overreacting. Life near the crown of Aeternum is an endless slog, made worse by the creeping red tide.