Fish in a Tank

"My name is Firion," the elderly guy stated as he stood up. His back was somewhat bent, but he was still very tall.

“I’m Shayla.” She nodded and then pointed toward the members of her crew. “They are C1313, Cato, and Jackeye.”

“Hmm, maybe you all really are real. Let me show you something.”

They followed him as he walked between the houses. The old man turned around and outstretched his arms as they approached the opposite side of the fictitious settlement.

“Behold the view that the Fishmen love so much!”

On this side, all the dwellings had no walls. Anyone could see inside the houses. Each had only three walls and a roof, and just a few of them had some wooden planks placed inside, most probably as beds.

Numerous questions swirled inside Shayla’s mind, and she didn’t know with which one to start.

“Fishmen?”