Minister Cretin was stunned into silence by her questions. He had not thought about doing anything honestly. Fishing boats were not yet available and the shores had been occupied by those beasts.
How could he coordinate anything under such circumstances? Did she expect him to fight the beasts just to get some fish?
"Your appointment as minister of fisheries is pending review starting from today." she told him.
Her sister Carolyn, a minister of industry and advanced technology was out there in the rain on a fishing boat working and saving lives but the one with a connection to water was here, warm, cozied up in a soft white jacket and sipping hot ginger tea from what she could sniff.
Even more stunned than before, Minister Cretin opened his mouth and asked, "Wait, what?"
"Shit!!" one of the reporters whispered. That was almost as good as firing the minister.
Another hurried to take a close up shot o minister Cretin's face.
