Who Owns The Sea?

Good news and bad news, says Arthur.

It's the wrong sort of seaweed? says Louisa. 

It's being grown as cow fodder, says Arthur. And someone else owns it.

Then we're stuffed says Sweezus.

Not necessarily, says Arthur. Who owns the sea?

Yeah, fair enough, says Sweezus, but who wants to eat cow-fodder-wrapped sushi?

People who want to save the planet, says Arthur. Turns out it reduces burping and farting.

In cows, says Louisa.

Yeah but maybe in humans as well, says Sweezus. We might be onto something.

Cows have completely different stomachs, says Louisa.

A technicality, says Sweezus. This might be a goer. Is Great White Teacher still there?

I think so, says Arthur. 

Sweezus picks up his surfboard.

Is it safe out there? asks Louisa.

Yes, says Arthur. He's called off his boys.

He and Sweezus head down to the water, and paddle out a short distance.

Decision? says Great White Teacher.

Not yet, says Sweezus. We'd like a sample of the seaweed, Then we'll make prototype sushi, taste test it, and work out how we proceed from there.

Excellent, says Great White Teacher. I'll send the boys to grab a sample and bring it back.

Where is it growing? asks Sweezus.

Kingscote, says Great White Teacher.

Okay, says Sweezus. So, you won't mind if we surf while we're waiting?

Go ahead, says Great White Teacher. I'll catch us a tuna.

This is great! Surfing without harassment. Great White Teacher is off catching tuna, The boys are on their way to Kingscote, to obtain seaweed. Because who owns the sea?

Sweezus and Arthur sit waiting for a wave, dangling their toes in the water.

Remember Farky, says Sweezus.

Sure do says Arthur. 

Great White Teacher asked me how he was, says Sweezus.

What'd you say? asks Arthur.

I said he was history, says Sweezus. 

Well, he either is or he isn't, says Arthur. 

I can't help thinking about him, says Sweezus. Like, remember how everyone thought he was omniscient.

Yes, says Arthur. That was after he got the teeth implants.

Yeah, says Sweezus. That dog loved me.

You've got a knack, says Arthur. 

Except with birds, says Sweezus. 

A wave builds behind them, rises, folds over itself, breaks and leaves them bobbing.

Better pay attention, says Arthur.

Good advice, We should all pay attention. 

Even the tuna.