In years to come the old soldier will be found by some grey haired old gent while dredging for seaweed and despite the rust and the barnacles it will be lovingly restored and presented to the national museum to exhibit as a reminder of the days when the men and women of New Zealand were free to fish wherever and whenever they wanted. The great grandchildren of current day greenies eating their soy fibre toast at the breakfast table will question why Kiwi blokes and blokesses were ever prohibited from harvesting such an abundant and valuable resource.
Sorry Joe, I got a bit carried away musing on a possible parallel world.
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