The Harbor Queen's Revenge

Right before the state inspectors came to our small coastal harbor, the manager of our Fishermen's Co-op ordered me to hand over my wholesale accounts to a well-connected newcomer.

He claimed I was pocketing too much commission from selling our dried seafood, and that the local fishermen were growing resentful.

He told me it was only fair to let someone else take over the pending contracts.

Within a few days, mountains of unsold cured seafood piled up in the harbor, rotting under the sun and