My Dangerous Home The Sea

"Momma where are they taking us?"

"Don't worry baby. They're taking us to a safe place, we can't live here anymore."

"But why momma?"

"It's not safe for us anymore we have to go."

Every day more and more of this stuff would come. I couldn't swim anywhere because my momma was scared. She was scared of this stuff she called Death. Death came in different forms. Some would be very long and have circles in it. I'd like to swim through the circles but momma told me to stop because my best friend Shelly the turtle's mom got her head stuck and she couldn't live anymore. The stuff called Death also came in blobs. They made me think of Jellyfish. I like Jellyfish they're all squishy on the top. I got stuck in one of them, I couldn't move and I felt like the whole world was closing in on me. It's a good thing Mr. Rocky the crab found me and cut me loose.  I wasn't not allowed to go out swimming by myself after that.

More and more of the Death came. But this little fish swam by where my family and I were swimming. Nobody knew it was Death, so one of my little sisters went to it. The little fish had a very long line coming out of its head and it was very colorful.  When she went up to it the little fish grabbed her and wouldn't let go. She was trapped and there was nothing anyone could do to save her. 

There is another Death that is the color of a Sting Ray but it looked nothing like a Sting Ray. It would move slowly through the water. Everyone always tries to swim away from it. Why is that? Why can't we be safe? What happened to our home? I wish it wasn't so dangerous.

"Momma can we go home now?"

"Not now sweetheart it's still too dangerous."

"When can we go back?"

"I wish I could tell you, baby, I wish I could tell you..."

{End of Sea Creatures POV}

Have you ever looked at the ocean and thought of it as beautiful? Is it really? Because if you think that it is, it really isn't. Forty percent of the ocean's surface is covered in garbage. Where does it come from? Us. We are the reason why thousands and thousands of Sea Creatures are suffering this very day. We are the reason why the ocean isn't as beautiful as it could be. We need to do something. We need to stand up for the Ocean because it can't do that on its own. It can't stand up and walk and it can't speak its mind, but we can. We can stand up and fight for the ocean. Every day there are Sea Creatures becoming trapped in plastic and get sick from oil spills.  Are we going to stand back and let our once beautiful oceans die? Or are we going to fight?