There was a figure, deep below the boat, walking slowly. A fish, nearby, looked allured at a light. It just kept getting closer... and closer... It was so interesting.
Wait, are those teeth?
Snap
As the angler fish swam off, it left behind a ghostly pale apparition of the fish it had snapped up. The figure, a tall, extremely thin, skeletal robed figure, looked at the ghostly fish.
HELLO.
The figure swung it's scythe, the the fish faded away. Death looked upwards, and, beyond most resonable human being's ability to see, saw a ship drifting above. He nodded, and drifted upwards.
A rather irate, much smaller figure, fell out of his robe.
SQUEAK EK EK!
Death looked back.
SORRY.
He picked up the Death of Rats, and they both drifted to the ship on the surface.