That massive net, hastily crafted with every resource Minas Tirith could muster, was pieced together from thousands of fishing nets, sails, and cables. Each main rope was saturated with preservative black tar, the joints reinforced with steel rings.
The massive net sank slowly.
It carried the hatred and fury of everyone in Minas Tirith Port.
Silently, it bore down on the intricate coral reef cluster below.
The water was displaced, forming a downward current that churned the fine sand and plankton on the seabed.
At first, the schools of colorful fish weaving leisurely above the reef were oblivious to the immense shadow descending upon them.
But as the current created by the descending net suddenly accelerated, panic exploded among the underwater creatures.
Some of the quicker fish began to dart for crevices in the reef, fleeing in a panic.
