The term “Gate” was a misnomer; the complex served as Atlantis’ Main Transport Hub and Port of Entry. Everything going in and out of the city had to go through The Main Gate, and as such, it was always extremely busy.
“Length of stay, Sir?”
“Two weeks.”
“Any animals traveling with you?”
“Just Sebastian,” Sven nodded to his companion floating languidly above them.
The Customs and Immigration clerk glanced up and tutted.
“Leviathans need a Class L visa. That’ll be 300 wampum.”
Sven started. “What?! I thought Whales came through on a waiver!”
“Sperm, Fin and Blue Whales fall under Leviathan Class Marine Creature Classification, as per Atlantean Immigration law. Further information can be found on our website,” the clerk intoned, reciting the words by rote. “Please fill out the form and direct the creature onto the scales to be weighed and measured.”
“This is daylight robbery!” Sven fumed.
“I don’t make the rules sir. Once you filled out the form, take it to the Special Immigrations desk to be processed. Thank you, and enjoy your stay. Next!”
After what seemed like an eternity, Sven and Sebastian met up with Carla outside The Main Gate.
“There you are! I though you would have got out an hour ago!”
“Freaking Immigration Control took forever.” Sven sulked. “The lines in there are so long!”
“I told you!” Carla admonished as they headed downtown. “It’s always busy at the Whale-Weigh Station!”
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