AMPULLAE OF LORENZINI BY ZAC DUNN | ART BY JOE VAUX The fins twitch and wish to swim quickly over reefs and tiny fish not large enough to quell the hunger that pushes them invariably forward. Electric currents, so subtle to mutter the most profane, splash out on the surface of the breaking waves, washing bits that might proceed to give them a succulent feed. No. 143 The many rocks and urchins never hesitate to mention the secrets of the harbor that labor and toil boil in tall steel pots on the shore. Wise to move in haste away from the greed of fishermen who seek a fin. Only then to cast them off to drown over beds of oysters and scallops tucked in so cozy. Trollers with long lines and indifference moan from far off like a chainsaw splitting metal and molten bolts. The instinct to sink below and go slow is a droll shanty of the many hammerheads that fancy another stoke rather than a deck that seeks to gut them quick. An echo of the cursed orca is the only tone that breaks with more urgency to hurry off and avoid the pod that is clever and cunning.
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