Fishcraft

Ah yes. The Firefish. Allow us to quote from the tale, "The Legend of the Firefish"

The beast’s head was a mountain, bald, irregular and misshapen.  It glistened with small, dark scales overlapping in no discernable pattern.  Its enormous mouth, reaching across the entire base of its head, the rough triangle visible above the water, was like that of a deepwater devilfish, a sullen horseshoe frown set in a permanent grimace enhanced by a dramatically jutting jaw, with ragged, razor-sharp white teeth poking up like an array of knives.  It struck Talon that, should it open its mouth, the effect would be like a drawbridge lowered toward her.  Her boat would simply float in and down its gullet.  

But she was most taken by its eyes.  Bulbous and yellow, lidless and watery, positioned about halfway up and on either side of the triangle of its head, these eyes darted quickly, alertly, between her and Monkey.  They were unlike those of any animal Talon had ever seen.  While a shark’s eyes were dull and distant, terrifying for their murky inscrutability, and a dolphin’s were sharp and focused, disarming and accessible, the Firefish had eyes that were sharp, focused, and inscrutable all at once.  This was an intelligent killer.  As Talon watched, she was convinced she saw a smile behind its hunger, within its eyes.  This thing delighted in the hunt.  It loved the kill. 

Not so pleasant. Firefish are hard to spot, and even harder to survive once spotted. Perhaps you were able to find the skull of the Firefish on the main page? If not, you might choose to go back and hunt the beast yourself. But please, be careful.