[Two days later]
I brought the shovel, but digging in a rocky cave is much harder than I thought. I managed to make a hole big enough that all the bones fit. When I took the first bone the skeleton rattled and collapsed. For the Sacred Fish, I was never scared that much. I screamed from the top of my lungs for a minute. I hope no one heard.
Finally I put the old guy to rest, I even made an improvised tombstone. Too bad I donʼt know his name, so I just wrote “The Unknown Fisherman”.