In our day, ballast tanks were filled in one port and emptied in another, carrying hidden stowaways like algae and small crabs across the seas. The rules now—exchange at sea, treatment systems—are strict, born from the damage we saw too late. I still remember the odd foreign mussel clinging to a dock in Kolkata, a world away from home, and think of our innocent chaos.
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