Ethan stood, dusting off his hands, then turned to Stella: “Prepare the wood ash. Use only the ash from dry trunks, those are cleaner and have more potassium.”
“Understood.” Stella nodded without question. She rose and went to the fire pit, scraping out the fine, silvery ash settled at the bottom, untainted by sand.
“Lucas, Lucy, help me crush and sift the seashell powder.”
Lucas and Lucy jumped in at once, Ethan and Emily joining in to speed things up, though Eric and Mary showed little enthusiasm.
Ethan gave a small approving nod when he saw they had enough ground shell. The shards were crushed against sharp stone flakes, ground thin until the fragments turned to fine grains. On a patch of earth lined with dried banana leaves, they made a shallow pit that served as their grinding sla
