A brand new GoodYear Silver Line tire that was the weirdest thing I had ever pulled up from the sea in my net until him. When I was a boy fishing with my father, I loved the adventure of the sea. We would wake up in the dark and head out to the docks. Dad’s boat was called Frisky Business, named after a joke I. never understood. I remembered every trip on the Frisky was so exciting.

Being a fisherman on the other hand was the same. Day after day, I went out with my crew hunting for groundfish. Off water days, I spent on QuickBooks robbing Peter to pay Paul or working on keeping up my boat. The days ran into weeks and everything was pretty much the same. I started taking to fishing at night to catch flounder, maybe cod, to sell round the neighbor for pocket money. That’s what I was doing tonight when I cast my net. She came up heavy.

My friend SmashHead once hauled up a Honda’s front bumper. Old Trish was famous for netting an Igloo cooler with a pair of human arms. I hoisted up my net and there it was a body. I dumped that night’s catch on my deck. Moon silvered fish flopped around a person tucked up tight into a ball.

“Well that’ll spoil the fish,” I said.

Hoping it was a weird mannequin, I toed the lump.

“Ow,” the lump said.

Yelping I jumped backwards. Slowly the lump stretched into a man. Naked, he stood up and he was me. Not similiar my catch was me, inch for inch. I tried to scream but I could only wheeze. Open mouthed, I pointed.

“This is dashed awkward,” my catch said.

I must’ve fainted. I remembered waking up below decks to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. My catch, still naked, was drinking from my cup.

“First, no I am not here to eat you or probe anything. You are perfectly safe. I put the fish in the hold. The autoopilot is still engaged. Yeah, I have your face and your knowledge too. How’s the head? I feel one hell of a headache but I’m still adjusting to this body/mind. You disassociate a lot, really good at shoving emotions away. Fascinating. Well I am sure you have loads of questions. I am also getting you are not able to get all the nitty gritty interdimensional travel alien intelligence details. So drink some coffee and we will head back to the docks for breakfast at Imelda’s,” my catch said.

He made me a cup of coffee black with three sugars. I eyed him over the rim of the coffee. I considered he might poison me but remembered I had been unconscious around him. We drank the coffee in silence. All I could think was how I had wanted something different to happen to me. I figured I’d join Tinder or get a tattoo. This is what you get with hoping.

“I’m going to pilot us back, Mr. Alien Doppelganger Smart Ass. There are dry clothes in the duffel. Maybe put on some pants.”