Swimming through the sea, I smell the tantalizing scent of fresh blood. I swim over fast, my long, sinuous body cutting through the clear water like a knife. I see a dead squid with blood leaking out of it. My tastebuds tingle with anticipation as I lunge.
Everything happens within seconds, but each second spans a lifetime for me. I'm tangled up! I can't escape! So many thoughts are rushing through my mind at the same time, each one fighting for individual attention. My throat is caught in a rope that seemed invisible at first. As the rope begins to move up, I see a sea turtle swim into the trap. He's panicking, he's thrashing around in sheer terror. The tighter the rope pulls around his neck, the harder he thrashes. He's choking, his desperate struggle has killed him. I see a stingray also. The rope is hauled over a flat wooden deck. A man disentangles the dead turtle he makes a noise of disgust and throws the carcass over the side. The stingray is taken out now. He's bleeding heavily, bareley clinging to a last shred of life. The man hurls him over the side as well. I know that the bloodflow will attract another predator like me, and he'll soon be eaten.
I feel rough hands on my skin. My bonds are severed! I'm not bleeding, my sandpapery skin made sure of that. 'Yes!' I think 'Throw me back too!'
The man acts happy when he sees me and says something in a foreign tongue. I think he's calling someone else. Yes, another man is coming. He's got muscles and tattoos covering each one. His face is hard, but it brightens up when he sees me. He's got a bloodstained meat cleaver in one hand. My instincts tell me go, swim away at full speed, but it's immpossible because I'm not in the water anymore. The air is pressing down on me, the weight of the world crushing me on all sides. My breath rasps as I struggle to breathe.
I feel hands grab me. The man with the knife has the end of my tail in an unyielding grasp. I thrash and squirm, desperately trying to escape, but to no avail. I feel a slashing pain run through my left fin, and after a few seconds I realize it was cut off! I feel the same pain through my dorsal fin, and then my right one. My tail is finally severed. I writhe in pure agony, finned and helpless. I'm a young great white shark, not quite yet an adult, and I need my fins to propel my through the water to force air into my gills.
The first man picks me up again, the one without the knife. I try to bite his hand off, but he's already dropped me. My huge body slaps the water, and I'm glad my skin is tough and protects me from feeling the full force of it. As I slowly sink down through the water, tingeing it red as I go, good oxygen is forced through my gills. I breathe it in gratefully, not knowing how long it's going to last. I bump the sandy bottom and stay there. As I struggle to breathe, a baby shark that must have been attracted by the scent of my fresh blood bites into my flesh, his teeth strong enough to penatrate my sandpapery exterior without damaging his them. I flinch in pain as another digs in. Before I know it, there's a whole swarm of little sharks greedily eating me alive. As my eyes roll back into their sockets, I see another finned shark falling through the water. I choke as I lose all oxygen. Everything goes black. . .
THIS IS A TRUE STORY! AND IT TOOK PLACE ALL BECAUSE OF A BOWL OF SOUP! TAKE A STAND AGAINST SHARK FIN SOUP!
