No fish in ages. Occasionally their corpses, disintegrating even as she pulled them up.
The bay would eventually recover, in a few lifetimes.
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So she dredged for treasure instead. Artifacts from long-submerged civilizations, hoping for something intriguing enough to convince those with spare rations to toss her a few.
She spent her days still now, barely daring to think, begrudging the energy it took.
At sundown, the net was easy to haul, which meant disappointment.
A soggy, rotten mess caught at the bottom. And inside that mess — wax? The long discontinued, but still persistent, plastic?
