Hail Future Fishmonger!
I have head tale of those who go to the Alaskan fisheries never to return. Once you leave the nurturing arms of modern civilization you never know what could happen. You may serve some inscrutable alien taskmaster whose hidden agenda may include your own murder! Perhaps you will stumble upon their dark secrets on an inopportune evening walk. Maybe your precious DNA will prove to have the proper provenance for your scientist overlord to conduct unspeakable experiments. It could be that it will just be time to harvest their human minions for the yearly blood ritual. These are just a few of the things I have heard "on the street."
Take this tiny squeaky hamburger.
If you get into trouble, squeak it three times and shout my name to the sky. I will hear your call and I will come and save you.
I hope it works out for you.
-GH