The sheer, unbearable intensity of the horrific, rotting smell, perfectly combined with the deafening industrial noise and flying black harbor sludge, was vastly more than the delicate influencers could ever possibly handle. Within less than an hour, a chaotic, desperate mass exodus had officially begun.
The luxurious yachts violently fired up their massive twin engines, frantically untied their heavy mooring lines in an absolute panic, and rapidly fled the commercial harbor as fast as their expensive propellers could push them, desperately seeking clean, breathable air. By noon, the entire wooden dock was blissfully, beautifully empty once again.
The viral internet trend died entirely that very day, as the traumatized content creators warned their millions of followers that the romanticized “Fishercore” aesthetic was actually a profoundly disgusting, nauseating experience. Arthur, Jenkins, and Pete leisurely washed down the wooden docks, completely victorious without ever risking a single, costly lawsuit.
The annoying neon lights were permanently gone, the harbor was finally quiet again, and most importantly, the vital fish were already slowly returning to the cove.