Chapter 18
Two days after Bel’s late night comm to Calvin, every isolated growing tank in Calys Bay that didn’t shelter plurapods was filled to overflowing with Asteriidus seaweed. The bay itself was full of vast orange harvest nets, each twice as tall as Calvin and several of his paces across. They were all jammed with the glasslike seaweed brought back from growing beds in the open ocean.
Only a small path was left through the middle of the bay for departing or returning boats, with the seaweed deliveries dropped off along the edges. Ajar Marine Central had lifted the emergency order enough to allow for the harvest, but nothing else.
The idled fishers and divers had gone even further from home after clearing out the local supply, promising to bring back any around the continent not al
