Big Mouth.

After a full day of hustle, the fry finally arrived at BE Fishery from St. John's.

Actually, setting up a net enclosure would have been the hardest part—but Eddie didn't bother. One aquaculture method is free-range: in ultra-large fisheries, they drop feed by helicopter, and the fish, being natural foragers, won't stray far. But BE Fishery didn't have a helicopter.

Reyek was surprised."Boss, these little guys are restless. If you don't isolate them soon, they'll end up all over Newfoundland waters."

Eddie grinned."Isn't that great? Let Newfoundland become the world's fishing hub again. That's more important than my profit."

Actually, Eddie knew his Poseidon consciousness would keep the fry loyal—as long as he made the occasional visit to the water, they'd stay inside BE's fishing zone.

Once the fry were offloaded and the final payment made, that deal was done.

Next, Reyek helped Eddie order 200 tons of fish feed from a feed mill.

Just those two million cod fry cost over one million CAD—way more than splurging on cars or yachts.

That was only the beginning. Shark told Eddie that without a net enclosure, they'd need a helicopter to broadcast feed and medication across the fishery—only a chopper could reach every part.

"Look," Shark tallied. "We need pickups, a fishing boat, a tug, a helicopter—Boss, your ambitions are huge."

Eddie didn't sweat money—he still had over 40 million CAD—but he wouldn't let the fishery run dry. That night, while lying in bed, his Poseidon consciousness dove into the sea searching for shipwrecks.

It swept across the seafloor, but compared to the vast deep, its reach was tiny. After half the night, he found many wrecks—but nothing valuable.

Frustrated, Eddie directed his marine sense back home. Near shore, though, it suddenly picked up intense sadness and fear.

His marine awareness could sense aquatic life's emotions—he knew that. But never this clear before.

Guided by this feeling, he discovered a stranded white whale calf.

It sensed the consciousness and calmed, emitting soft "wuuu" calls.

Eddie realized it was the same calf he'd once met on the jet ski. How had it ended up so close? Where was its mother?

He projected the Poseidon awareness—but the adult whale was absent. Only the lone calf remained, wounded on its back, bleeding.

Eddie acted fast: his marine energy enveloped the calf, healing the wound. But it was still beached. He sprinted down and pushed it back into the water.

Once afloat, the calf flip-flopped in delight, then swam over and gently bumped Eddie's submerged pelvis with its round head.

"Go find your mother now," Eddie coaxed, stroking its smooth head.

But the calf stayed, circling and calling softly.

Worried another wave might re-strand it, Eddie gently guided it with his marine sense toward a nearby coral reef.

The reef, now sprawling roughly the size of a soccer field, thrived with fish and algae.

The marine energy pulsed, and fish swarmed toward him like arrows—and even sponge-like creatures neared.

The calf freaked, swishing its tail and ducking behind the reef. Eddie comforted it, and it calmed, still timid—unaware it was the biggest presence there.

The night passed quietly. The next morning, Eddie jogged around the fishery as usual.

He checked the reef with his Poseidon awareness. The calf had stayed and grown bolder, now exploring the coral freely.

During his run, he spotted Nelson arriving, panting.

"Hey Boss—love the morning workout too?" Nelson greeted.

"Just a jog. What about you?"

"I do beach sprints, short bursts in the water, then upper-body training," Nelson replied.He paused, then asked, "Boss, can I set up parallel bars and a punching bag here?"

"Go ahead—build a full special forces rig if you can. I'll reimburse it."

"Ura!"

"Not the Red Army—no 'Ura.'"

The calf, separated from its mother, now lingered near the reef—wandering out if hungry, then returning.

Interestingly, thanks to the marine energy, no predation occurred in the area. Big fish and small lived in harmony, and the calf didn't hunt.

Now Eddie had a new ritual: feeding the calf daily.

When Shark and Nelson scattered feed, Eddie brought a few buckets of Arctic shrimp from town for the calf.

The calf quickly bonded. Upon seeing Eddie on the jet ski, it would eagerly chase after.

Every time the calf surfaced, its smooth white head appeared like a floating marble orb, accompanied by splashes that looked like snowflakes. The head looked like a big snowball—so Eddie named it "Big Mouth."

Like with the squirrel Xiaoming, Eddie trained the calf: call "Big Mouth," and if it surfaced and "wuuu"-ed back, it got shrimp. Miss the cue—no shrimp.

After a few tries, the calf caught on. Now at just the call "Big Mouth," it surfaced and responded, earning its treat.

Eddie marveled at how smart both the squirrel and whale calf were—maybe Poseidon's energy had boosted their brains? They were frighteningly clever.

But then he thought of the bear cub waiting by the pond for fish—he'd used energy on it too, and yet it remained adorably dumb.