This is the zine version of Seven Seas Bulletin One. New baby orca off the coast of Washington / Canada. Did coconut crabs eat Amelia Earhart? Reef safe sunscreen tip. What is overfishing?

Did giant coconut crabs eat Amelia Earhart? Baby Orca T046B3A's great-grandmother almost spent her life in a SeaWorld tank. What is overfishing? Reef safe sunscreen advice. Seven Seas Bulletin One

Hey everyone! Time for another update on our HIVE journey here at Port Sundries. Progress is happening, and we are staying focused on building our goals step by step. Here's where things stand:

On a coastal farm where sea breezes danced through rows of artichokes and strawberries, a pup was born under a crescent moon. The farmer, a gentle soul with weathered hands, named the litter in his he

In a city cloaked in perpetual gray, where the streets murmured secrets to those who listened, a restless soul wandered. The city, with its labyrinth of alleys and crooked rooftops, felt like a trap..

The Forgotten Isle: Part II Years have passed, the seasons turned, Yet still, my heart for that isle yearned. Through every voyage, every tide, I sought the place where dreams abide. I wandered far, through

With a compass old and stars so bright, I set my course in the fading light. The world ahead, vast and wide, With only the heavens as my guide. No maps to trace, no charts to read, Just the night sky's

In the lush forests of French Guiana, a remarkable termite, Neocapritermes taracua, has evolved an extraordinary defense. Older worker termites carry a toxic "rucksack" on their backs, filled

The Forgotten Isle One summer's day, I chanced to roam, Beyond the shore, far from home. Through mist and wave, I found a place, A forgotten isle, lost in space. Its shores were soft, with sands of gold,

The wind it howls, fierce and strong, A force that pushes all along. But I set out, with will of steel, To journey forth, despite its zeal. The path ahead is long and steep, With gusts that rise from oceans

They set sail with dreams so high, Yachts that skimmed beneath the sky. White sails billowed, catching the breeze, Carving paths through endless seas. Crafted with care, with pride, with grace, They danced

Beneath the waves, where sunlight fades, The ocean currents forge their glades. Invisible, yet strong and true, They carve the paths that life flows through. The mighty flow, relentless, deep, Awake when

At dawn’s first light, the port awoke, As workers moved with measured stroke. A cargo ship stood tall and grand, Bound for lands with foreign sand. A metal box, sturdy and square, Was packed with care

In the quiet dawn, I take my place, Oars in hand, with gentle grace. The lagoon lies still, a mirror bright, Reflecting the soft, early morning light. Each stroke is slow, deliberate, and kind, As the

Let go, release, and feel the flow, As the ocean's rhythm begins to show. No need to fight the ebb and sway, In the dance of the waves, let your worries lay. The current pulls with gentle might, Guiding

With rod in hand, at dawn’s first light, I cast my line into the quiet night. The waters calm, the world at peace, As I search for food, a simple feast. The ripples spread, the bait sinks low, In hopes

The sky grew dark, the winds began to howl, As the storm approached with a furious scowl. Waves rose high, crashing with might, Turning day into endless night. The sea churned wild, a tempest untamed,

In the misty morn, the call was clear, A dinghy race was drawing near. Around the isle of the Pacific Northwest, Where nature’s splendor stands confessed. The harbor buzzed with eager cheer, As sailors

One summer's day beneath the sun's bright gleam, I swam into a waking dream. The water cool, the sky so blue, I drifted far, where no one knew. The gentle waves, they carried me, To a land beyond reality.

In the hush of dawn where the horizon gleams, Your heart belongs to the sea, it seems. Where waves whisper secrets to the shore, And gulls cry tales of evermore. The salt-kissed breeze carries your name,