The fishing boats on the sea drew closer and closer, the invisible net tightening steadily.
The dolphins were trapped by wave after wave of noise, pinned by the clanging of long poles, sounds like countless silkworms gnawing on mulberry leaves.
The sounds they could hear grew louder and more rapid, repeating monotonously,
Bi Fang couldn't bear it any longer, his brain felt like it was about to explode, the noise seemed to come from within his own cranial pulp, as if his skull was slowly cracking along its sutures, chafing against each other.
He turned off the drone's sound system.
But the dolphins couldn't turn it off; they could only suffer helplessly and passively, colliding with each other in the shallow waters, emitting piercing and mournful screeches.
The sharp long hook knife easily tore through their smooth, plastic-like skin, slicing muscles and bones and deftly hooking the spine, pulling them aboard as if dragging a rope.
