Tea and conflicts

The elevator opened into the room that the three heads of the organization occupied.  Charles' return was of no surprise to them, and they received him with the same sedate welcome that was shown to Dr. Grant the morning prior.
Charles moved around the room as if it were his own.  He bowed his head in salutation and strolled over to the left side of the chamber where he found the tea pot, and set it on top of a black mat underneath several mirrors, coming down from the still open ceiling.
The mechanics of the kettle involved heating the water inside it via solar power, but quite rudimentary.
Like cooking ants with a magnifying glass, the mirrors reflected concentrated sunlight to heat the black mat and the water in the kettle.
He walked to the back of the room, and where the doctor hadn't noticed another door handle, Charles opened a hidden door which led into a greenhouse, where he picked a fresh bunch of dandelions.  He walked them back to the shelf where the teapot heated, and tore the weeds into bits, then put them into the top of the teapot.

After a moment he removed the kettle from the pad and mirrors, and sat it down in the middle of the circle of men, leaving it to steep.

"Gentlemen," he eased into conversation, "as you may have already concluded, the child has been taken by the lake."  he paused to confirm that his peers understood, saw that they did, and went on, "This isn't immediately a problem, as the Ogopogo has been living in the murky waters of the Okanagan to long to be of much trouble.  It's highly unlikely that it would hurt or damage the child, if anything, the presence of new life may cause the ancient creature to rebirth itself."

As he said this, Charles stepped over to the shelf again to retrieve cups, which he filled, and handed out one at a time to his peers.

"The ocean has become aware, too.  Like little birds, the rivers and streams carried the news to the sea.  I could feel it stirring as I came here.  There is much unrest in the sea.  The beast is growing, I could sense him... I could feel him,"  he paused to find the right words, "blaming me."

"For separating him from his mother?" Smith suggested.
"It felt more like, it blamed me for not treating it like my own son.  It thinks I'm its father.  But I never had the chance to be.  That child is half madness, half Miriam."

"So... all madness?" Dr. Grant put in.
"Hah!" this prompted a cynical snicker from Charles.  The other men just ignored the jib.
"She wasn't always the She-bitch that she's become today, Thaddeus." he scolded his brother in law, "The child made her that way.  The madness made it's way into her womb, like a twisted version of the Mary Magdalene story, but instead of an angel delivering the messiah into her womb, it was the madness of the ocean, the living chaos that twists the fate of the earth to its own will, that delivered the beast into her body!  It's the same principle that the Ogopogo will employ if it decides to rebirth. To create a new body able to host an intelligent mind, it requires the DNA of an aptly evolved egg!
For ages there were plenty of pickings in the ocean, and the sea lords thrived as the madness gave birth to new life time and again.    But the poisons we've introduced into their natural habitats; oil, sonar, excrement, all these things cause deformities and obstructions in the random course of evolution in the sea.
Hence why the madness inseminated a woman with a creature bent on destruction of our species.  It's the ocean's way of retaliating!"

"Then why the shark child?  Was one affliction upon us not enough?"  Dr. Grant was trying to piece it together.

Charles smiled.  Even the elders of his organization pricked their ears and paid close attention to the wisdom that he was revealing.
"That, my dear man," he drew out his words, relishing the truth he was laying upon them, "is the beauty of the madness.  It creates a demon to inflict suffering and false hope upon our species, and then without a second thought gives us salvation in the form of something even more hideous and unwanted!  The madness doesn't see the world in good or evil, only in struggle!  It thrives on conflict... Or rather, it feeds on conflict.  The natural order of the world outside of our species is to eat and be eaten.  That's the balance that is spawned from the madness.  But in all its chaotic intent, order is inevitably formed.  So it forms new life, forcing evolution and adaptation for survival of those that have settled into dominance.
Now it's our turn."

"Why ours?  Are we not beasts of land, feeding on the sea?"
"Yes, we have been for an age, but the waters are going to rise, and if we are to survive, we're going to have to learn the rules of the sea.  The age is about to turn, brother.  The age of man is going to change.
We're going to have to put our faith in someone who understands both worlds."

"Someone like a half man, half shark."

"Precisely."