I don’t even believe in Neptune. He doesn’t get offerings of beer, wine, rum, soda, sparkling water (whatever) from me. But I would love to believe that some ultimate good comes from my inadvertent losses over the side. Regardless, these aren’t voluntary offerings by any means.
I sincerely hope that some near-sighted fish is benefitting from my glasses that dropped into the creek just off the port bow of Cay of Sea. A random bump from my wrist sent them casually into the water on the second highest tide of the year. Although I extended the handle of my garden rake by six feet, I still couldn’t get a good angle for combing the bottom with it, due to the fact that the rake didn’t touch bottom until the handle’s end was within 6 inches of the water. I suspended salvage operations until the water recedes a couple of feet.
Over the years, I’ve consoled myself with the idea that marine life needed certain tools and stainless hardware to improve their quality of life and complete projects that were perhaps never finished. Accordingly I have accidentally provided several pairs of pliers, numerous screw drivers (flat AND phillips), wrenches, sockets, etc. Due to basic incompatibility of electricity and sea water, I’ve managed to resist the temptation to provide power tools of any sort, but if I had battery-operated tools on hand, I might have made an involuntary donation.
I routinely buy twice as many stainless fasteners as needed, and simply throw the extras overboard as soon as I get to the pier. I’m not voluntarily providing building materials (although it spares the trouble and embarrassment of my aquatic neighbors being seen scavenging for hardware as though they couldn’t afford stainless). Rather, I’m simply concerned with short-circuiting the inevitable by streamlining the process of inadvertent loss. However, if I manage to preserve the dignity of pier-side aquatic entities with an accidental-on-purpose donation (scavenging is so degrading) then all the better.
Still, I have hopes that no fish was found who needed my prescriptive correction, because I still hope to recover those glasses. Meanwhile, I’m glad I have a back-up pair.