Several of the furious, green-faced influencers ran to the edge of their yachts, holding their noses and screaming at the top of their lungs for the fishermen to immediately stop the disgusting process.
Arthur simply turned off his roaring pressure washer for a brief moment, wiped a splatter of black harbor mud from his weathered cheek, and offered them a massive, cheerful smile. He loudly and politely explained that they were simply processing their legal bait for the upcoming week, completely adhering to all standard commercial fishing procedures.
“Don’t worry folks!” Arthur yelled enthusiastically over the gagging content creators. “This putrid smell is all just part of the incredibly authentic, rugged aesthetic you guys love so much! Make sure you get this on video for your followers!” The influencers realized with absolute, crushing horror that Arthur wasn’t breaking a single local law.
They were entirely powerless to stop the horrific sensory assault, and their glamorous content creation trip had instantly turned into a sickening nightmare.