The Great Whale Nose Forward and the Bubble Net Dispersed

Noma was too small and the wrong shape to make those resonant notes, nor would she ever have the social standing among the whales that would permit her to say it. The great whale nose forward and the bubble net dissipated, one link at a time. Noma spent the rest of the night swimming from beacon to beacon, removing the tidal generators. There were only three tied to the beacons closest to the village, but she checked all of them. She flopped up on the shore in the first light of morning with the wet sand sticky on her loose skin and the waves lapping at the soles of her feet. It felt like the whole village had come out to meet