“Carp
Diem. The Holy Day of the Atlanteans. A day of feasting and festivities. Swimming parades run continuously
throughout the day, culminating in the annual synchronized swimming
competition. But underneath all
the glitter, glamour, and Hallmark cards lies the true source of joy for the
people of Atlantis on this holiday:
carp.
On
this day of the seventh waxing quarter moon of the year, the carp harvesting
occurs. The spawning that took
place a month ago has left the fish farmers with a new crop of healthy, juicy
carp that are ready to be used.
This harvest will carry Atlantis for the next year, providing the people
with food, tools, and clothing.
Carp
Diem begins at daybreak when the King of Atlantis ceremoniously slaughters the
first carp. This specimen is
selected from the farmers’ best crop, so it is an honor for the farmer whose
fish is chosen to begin the holiday.
The chosen carp gets decorated with gold flakes and lapis lazuli beads,
then after a long speech made by the King, the ceremonial knife, which has been
passed down for generations since Atlantis sunk into the sea, cleaves the carp
in two. One half is kept for the
royal family, and the other is symbolically given to the people, demonstrating
the unity between the two groups.
Then the festivities begin, lasting through the night and into the morning.
But
today was not an ordinary Carp Diem.
Far from it.
It
all began when the ceremonial First Carp escaped. The Atlantean High Priest was climbing high in his years,
and arthritis had begun to set in.
Holding something in water doesn’t help either. As he lifted the knife, the carp shot
out of his hands and began swimming away as fast as it could. Animals’ survival instincts cannot be
reckoned with. Immediately, all
hands on deck went to catch the escapist fish. They all knew the superstition that a lost First Carp brings
seven years of bad harvests.
“Carpe
carp! Carpe carp!” they
shouted. But fish in their natural
habitats are faster than humans who have evolved to live in that habitat, so
the carp escaped easily. Carp Diem
was off to a bad start.
This
holiday is also a day for improving diplomatic relations. The Dolphins and Atlanteans had a
schism growing between them ever since The Explosion, when a juvenile Dolphin
accidentally triggered a water mine near Atlantis, killing hundreds. Today, on this day of festivities and
fish, the King of Atlantis hoped to reunite the two mammal kingdoms. To begin, he had invited the Dolphin
royal family to be the marshals in the parade.
They
had not shown up.
The
King was scrambling madly, trying to make contact with the visiting
royals. Had they gotten lost? Had they been killed by sharks? Or, his worst fear, had they not shown
up in order to disgrace the Atlanteans?
The latter would surely exacerbate the riff between the species and even
create an oceanwide war that could put all the sea’s creatures in danger.
The
crowd was getting impatient. The
parade should have started an hour ago, and it showed no sign of starting any
time soon. The King either had to
risk an angry mob by continuing to postpone the parade or risk insulting the
Dolphins if they were just late.
They
were not late. The Dolphin King
had fallen terribly ill just hours before they planned to embark on their
journey to Atlantis, but the messenger had gotten lost on his way to the underwater
city. If the Atlanteans had known
this, they would not have grown mad at the Dolphins. And if the King had known this, he would not have cancelled
the parade until further notice.
And if both of these things had not occurred, the mob would not have
formed. The mob would not have
chanted insults against the government.
The mob would not have looted stores. The mob would not have hurt innocents.
The
mob would not have released the carp from the farms.
The
carp streamed out of their holding tanks, where they were just hours away from
being harvested. They spread out
in all directions, causing havoc among the fish farmers. The farmers tried to rope them back in,
to catch them with nets, and to save their harvest. They tried, but they failed.
Without
the carp, Carp Diem is nothing.
Not only that, but the Atlanteans would not have a source of food and
materials for the next year. At
least they still had the eggs that were laid during spawning in the spring.
Suddenly,
some physics happened. The abrupt
flow of carp out of the farms created a vacuum, pulling the water away from
their holding tanks. Then the
confused carp, which had swum in circles before scattering, created a strong
circular current. This formed a
vortex.
The
fish farms, including the nurseries, were torn from their foundations, sending
millions of carp eggs and tons of machinery flying wildly through the water
before they were lost to the depths of the sea. Along with their only hope of sustenance for future years,
the mob members had been caught in the spiraling water, sending them to their
deaths.
During
all of this commotion, all the King could do was sit, stare, and weep. All his efforts to help the Atlanteans
survive against everything hurled at them were put to waste in a matter of
minutes.
The
King was not the only one staring at the destruction in disbelief. The Dolphin messenger had finally found
his way to Atlantis and was about to deliver his message when the mob began
rioting. From then, he could only
watch as a great civilization tumbled.
Without revealing his presence to any of the people of Atlantis, the
messenger retreated back to Dolphintropolis to relay the bad news.
The
superstitions regarding the First Carp were no longer merely superstitions;
they were reality. The Atlanteans
would not have enough food to sustain their civilization for at least the seven
predicted years. They would
attempt to cultivate other fish species, but none could be domesticated like
the carp. Out of embarrassment
over the Carp Diem debacle, the Atlanteans cut off communication with all other
ocean civilizations.
Does
Atlantis still exist today? Or did
the city and its inhabitants pass away like a rolling ocean wave? No one knows, and no one may every
know,” said Grandpa.
“Wow,
Grandpa! You always tell the best
stories,” said little Susie.
“But
what’s the moral?” asked Billy.
“What were we supposed to learn from all of this?”
Grandpa
answered simply, “Carpe Diem.”
Not since Antonionement has there been a better name for a holiday
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