Circular Island Governor's Mansion.
Mr. Chaning walked into his office as usual, tossed the newspaper he'd picked up on the way onto his desk, and settled in for another day of drinking tea and reading the paper.
But the moment he sat down in his chair, a pungent, fishy stench made him involuntarily frown.
"What is that smell?"
So foul!
He stood up and walked over to the window, intending to open it to air out the room, but as soon as he cracked it open, the foul odor rushed in with the sea breeze.
The stench caused his eyes to water, and he finally figured out where this nose-assaulting smell was coming from.
He quickly shut the window and, pinching his nose, walked over to the door of his office to summon his secretary from the next room.
"Damn it... What are they doing down at the port? That smell is outrageous!"
The secretary, clearly also struggling with the stench, replied helplessly to the governor's inquiry.
