Well, I came to the ocean already when all the herrings were without ears. I did not have the opportunity to listen to the stories of good storytellers around the fire, as it used to be. But I wander at great depths almost every day, and from time to time I come across those herrings that still have ears. Some of them want to sell their pearls and leave the ocean, but are waiting for a more convenient time for this. Others almost don't care about their pearls, they are still looking for good stories.