Kaya needed to stay by the seashore for a few more days. After all, she hadn't forgotten the real reason she came here—salt. And the only way to get it was by boiling down seawater.
So, she roped in Vayu and Cutie, ordering them to find as much firewood as possible and, if they could manage, a stone bowl—huge one. "Bigger than your heads combined," she added, just to be sure they understood.
They groaned, but they listened.
But as she sat cross-legged on the sand, staring at the ocean, a thought hit her.
How the hell are we even supposed to get clean seawater? The sea was… the sea—salty, sure, but full of dirt, particles, fish pee, floating seaweed, gods know what else. Even if the mermaids helped and brought her water, how were they supposed to carry it up the shore without mixing it with the rest again?
It's not like they had thermos flasks or giant water bottles lying around in some mermaid Costco.
But as usual, Kaya had underestimated the sea people.
