I don’t think we’ve had bureaucracy so let’s go with that!
"So," Frithjof stammered, "you're sitting here waiting for fish."
"Not just
any fish," Anker replied, "it has to be salmon."
"And even more precisely, salmon
of the future?"
"Yes. We don't have the means to store and transport actual fish, nor would anyone
need us for doing that in a centralized fashion.
The Pool is for trading
derivatives."
"But
nobody is coming here to trade ... umh, here. Or is there? I find that hard to believe, considering that I didn't even know there's a
settlement here."
Nor did any of my fellow troll hunters know, Frithjof thought.
They don't say
it, but the utter silence behind my back proves that they consider it their captain's task to figure out these madmen and their "president"."No, that's correct. The trade came to a stop during the Rash."
"... you don't think that maybe you should, you know,
adapt to that?"
"We don't hear much about the rest of the world here, but we
do know that aquaculture is
picking back up already."
"There are fish farms in Iceland, okay, but
salmon? I hear that they
occasionally try to enter rivers from the sea, but the fences put up at the river mouths prevent that, at least all around Iceland."
"Trust me on this one, our country used to be
very important in the production of
farmed salmon. Those farms weren't all the way into
freshwater back then, but salmon
is quite
euryhaline, after all."
"... okay. So you're sitting here, waiting for the farmers in Iceland to rediscover salmon as a fish that can be farmed, and
then you expect them to come
here to trade their future ... umh, I suppose the term's still 'harvest'?"
"Yes. That's our stated
purpose here."
"Do you have
any idea
when all that might come to pass?"
"... not really. As I said, our information from the outside world is ... well, not only delayed but also fragmentary. My grandfather used to complain through most of his post-Rash life that, instead of just peacefully being the Pool's chairman, he had to organize an entire hamlet just to keep it running. But now that that's done, I have little doubt that we're up to the task,
whenever it reappears on the table."
"... you know what? Fine. We shall send a message to Iceland to ... remind them that you're waiting here for their return. And, of course, report to our superiors that there's a settlement here that they might want to keep in mind for
their ... rather short-term plans. Is it okay for you if we scout the surroundings some more, just to ... bolster our report to them a bit more?"
"Why, sure, be our guests ..."
Inspired by the
Hamburg Coffee Exchange, which persisted quite a while - decades, IIUC - beyond any tangible purpose on three retirees' workdaily routine of "The Exchange is now open!" - "What are the prices?" - "They're unchanged." - "The Exchange is now closed!"