"Worst in history."
"Won't matter. It's what insurance is for."
"It's what we're for."
The voices carried easily in gusting shore winds and those listening unseen, felt the hate grow deeper in their hearts.
"We report it's not that bad, that it's breaking up, people start to relax. Stocks go back up."
"And then its business as usual, right?"
"Yep. Ain't nothing money won't buy."
"Wish they'd pay those coastal fishermen so the reports would stop winding people back up."
"Yeah. Don't want any proof it's gotten this far yet."
"Pictures look good. You think they're real?"
"I doubt it. The government only shows people what it wants them to see. Once we say it's staying out there, the news will grow bored with it and find another story."
"Hard to hide all those bodies, though."
"It's just fish. The birds'll clean it up."
"But won't it be another big story?"
"No. In case you haven't noticed, there's no one on these beaches now. Tourism here is gone for a long time."
"Still, the residents have taken pictures and the camera crews fly over all the time."
"Won't matter. Money shuts people up. Just have to find the right price."
"Can't argue with that."
"Wonder if that has anything to do with the methane. Put it in the report."
"I’m not sure. Sort of like a vibration under my feet."
"Probably just the water. It's still coming up."
"Maybe but I'd swear..there it was again!"
"I didn't feel anything."
"Something moved by my foot!"
"Really, I... what was that?"