Because the fish were relatively recently dead, and still full-figured, they didn't smell. Wouldn't care to be down there today ... but the RBFD is on it and apparently they are water blasting the last bits out of the marina floor (depth 22 ft.) All should soon be well.
Given my past hysteria, angst, suffering whenever one of our goldfish died, it was amazing that I didn't grieve at all for the tons of fish in the harbor. In my mind, I'd been given a job -- move this object from A to B --and because there were so very many of them, doing it became a mindless task (am very good at mindless tasks.) Besides a goldfish is a pet (of sorts.)
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