The grinder roared awake like an angry chainsaw. Bram opened the first barrel and shoveled in a gray, fermenting mass of squid guts, fish heads, old bait, crab shells, and processing waste so ripe that the air itself seemed to recoil.
The machine chewed everything into a hot, wet spray of marine horror. At the same moment, Tess blasted black slime, gull droppings, algae, and years of dock rot from the pilings. The wind caught the stench perfectly and carried it straight across the luxury slips.