Chapter 11: The Song Of The Twelve - Pages 286 - 314 Summary

The Hudson Channel is a graveyard of human existence, filled with wrecks on top of wrecks, abandoned buoys, unexploded ordnance as well as bombs and torpedoes, and a thick ooze of untreated sewage. The bed of the Channel is shallow at first, though it was much deeper once. For miles now it is almost impossible to see that a channel exists, but twenty miles down the Channel an indentation can be seen. The bottom is covered with an ooze of dark sludge that years of human waste has become. Fish are few, and krill are non-existent. In this region, the water is still too foul. Then the rut becomes a broad and shallow depression which leads to the Continental Shelf and beyond, the abyss. They all stop...