The Journey Of The Ocean.

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She watched.

Just like she always did.

Waited.

Just like she always did.

Stared.

Just like she always did.

But what did she achieve?

Nothing.

She stared as the clouds that once pirouetted in the sky, fled in fear. As the waves came crashing down in a ferocious force. It's roar echoing as it sprinted across to the shore. Consuming any sort of objects opposing or questioning it's power.

She cried.

Just like she always did.

Staring sorrowfully as it engulfed the shore. The people being engulfed in it's huge mass of anger. But what was different about this disaster you say?

Everything.

The sharp bits of plastic embedded themselves into peoples skin. Clinging onto them for dear life. But this plastic that has been building up for years...Has finally made a huge difference.

If the plastic didn't exist...

If the plastic wasn't in the water.

Thousands of lives would of been saved.

Not only that, but she saw as the water swooped in for it's final attack, the animals that were suffering.

The animals in a plastic like prison. Containing them and preventing their escape.

But it doesn't matter right?

No.



The ocean has a journey.

A journey that will if we let it...

Meet the world at it's doom.



She thought.

But not like she always did.

But this time...

She thought about making the world a better place.


One ocean, one world...One opportunity.

Don't waste it.

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