They say the water's been dead for years, that there's too much waste from the mines for anything to live there and the bubbles are just trapped gas that definitely aren't following the boats that dare to use the lake as a crossing point.
They say they remember when the lake died. They woke up to the stench of decay and saw dawn merging with the night sky and a seemingly endless swarm of flies descending onto the gentle flapping of countless rotting-while-alive creatures that were mostly fish, in fact all the fish, and waterfowl.
Nothing can live in those waters but so much has died there that I dare say something's come back. I don't know what it is but it eats through the boats almost as fast as they can sail, leaving the hulls paint-stripped and eggshell-thin.
They say they remember when the lake died. They woke up to the stench of decay and saw dawn merging with the night sky and a seemingly endless swarm of flies descending onto the gentle flapping of countless rotting-while-alive creatures that were mostly fish, in fact all the fish, and waterfowl.
Nothing can live in those waters but so much has died there that I dare say something's come back. I don't know what it is but it eats through the boats almost as fast as they can sail, leaving the hulls paint-stripped and eggshell-thin.
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