You pull as hard as you can, but whatever is pulling against you is much stronger. You slide across the dock towards the edge.
You pull with all your might right as you teeter on the edge, but it's no use. You're yanked into the murky waters. You let go of the net as you frantically paddle to stay above water.
After a minute, you're pulled out of the water by a couple of fisherrats.
"I've got you."
She laughs at you
"I'm not sure this is the profession for you. Maybe you should find other work."