Even without traffic, the number of trucks on one side of the road lining up dismembered body parts was enough of a hassle to keep us from getting to the edges of Pasig River much sooner—but I was juggling calls left and right from the North and South Harbors. While they weren't actually calling for help—more like updates—I'd still give input because no one was allowed to use smaller boats to hoard bodies at all costs and our natural fish pans on the bay were just a loss we'd have to take at this point.
Because yeah, we weren't even sure if these floaters were just a single entity or a collection of dumb deadheads who decided to take a swim in this ungodly hour, and two, we have artificial fish pans available where we also had an abundance of fishes and other natural resources.