After the excerpt, I posted vital ocean information about sharks that I found highly disturbing as I researched for this underwater series.
“Max” Brothers of Element Series.
Max’s boss, Dirk brother to the Atlantic ocean king, Dagger, joins him and Chloe at the table in the night club, ‘Open Room’, his heart began to sink to his toes. Would he never get Chloe alone. But Dirk needs a favor before going to see about his brother, king Blade, in the Pacific recently injured from tsunami debris.
“Glad I caught you then.” He looked at Chloe. “This will only take a moment.” He tipped his chin over his shoulders, then leaned forward so he could be heard over the loud thumping music. “The man down by the bar is trying to get Constance, the night club owner, to purchase some new products from the East China Sea—tea leaves, herbs—that sort of thing, for their restaurant, Essential Herb. She’s never ordered from him before. She wants us to run a few chemical tests.”
“Check for toxins—”
“Or anything… with the air polluti
Could the man have picked a worst time to be the boss? He closed his hand over Chloe’s and leaned forward, careful not to allow his impatience for this matter delay their departure. “Can this wait until the morning?”on on the surface, we need to be certain we aren’t consuming it through our streams and riverbeds were some of the grasses grow closer to the sun.”
Dirk’s shoulder muscle twitched, nothing overt, yet Max witnessed the impact of his words on his boss. Did not the man understand he wanted to be alone with Chloe? He seldom ventured out. To have it clipped short and return to the lab to stare at cells and bacteria under glass was not what redirected a good portion of the blood in his body to concentrate painfully in his groin.
Dirk took a deep drink from his glass, glancing inside as if there were more, and frowned, then handed it to the waiter, who was circling the floor. He uncrossed his ankle from over his knee, a hand propped on the other thigh. “I would not kill your evening like that… No.” He shook his head. “That would be cruel. I will not be in until tomorrow afternoon, after I will leave for the Pacific. I spoke with King Dagger, now there, and he says King Blade is stable. He is weak, hasn’t spoken much, and regenerating is difficult. They ended up operating. Removed a piece of metal debris piercing an organ. It hadn’t dislodged with the shift. He should recover well now.”
“And his life mate… how’s she doing through all this?” Chloe asked.
Max caught the flash of concern on Dirk’s face before his suave persona returned. “Miyuki is by his side.”
“Good,” Max said, caressing Chloe’s leg beneath the tabl
e. Would the man never leave?
“I will gone less than a week,” Dirk said. “My father will return—has business with the council to attend to—sentencing for the attack on the Meriwether’s boy.”
“So the case is closed?” Max asked.
“Far from it, finning is still a big problem, especially out in the Pacific,” Dirk said.
And it was, Max thought. It was one of the reasons it was hard to get certain items from the Sea of Japan and China Sea—finning was legal, a death trap for sharks.
“I hope King Blade heals soon,” Chloe said.
“What can I do?” Max added.
Shark specialists estimate that 100 million sharks are killed for their fins annually.
One pound of dried shark fin can retail for $300 or more. It’s a multi-billion dollar industry. (Sharkwater.com)
Ever year tens of millions of shark die a slow death because of finning. Finning is the inhumane practice of hacking off the shark’s fins and throwing its still living body back into the sea. The sharks either starve to death, are eaten alive by other fish, or drown (if they are not in constant movement their gills cannot extract oxygen from the water). Shark fins are being “harvested” in ever greater numbers to feed the growing demand for shark fin soup, an Asian “delicacy”. (Stopsharkfinning.net)
The ocean is alive don’t abuse it.
Sincerely, Cora Blu