A kind of water world in the north west of England, I'm living on a speedboat with a small cabin, miserably. The huge warehouse near my mooring has been busy recently, they're up to something. Suddenly a terrible noise, the screaming cry of an animal in pain, is that a... mammoth? A door on the side of the warehouse slides open revealing a huge mammoth tied down, with its skin peeled off, being flayed alive. Quickly men shout and the door is closed but the screaming goes on. They've started to hunt mammoth again, I think, grimly. They kill and peel the mammoth alive as it produces valuable secretions when in pain. I pick up my harpoon and walk towards the warehouse, to kill it.