Sea girl

The warm sea breeze stings Sea girls cheeks as she stares out across the never-ending ocean. The cry of a seagull up ahead and the crash of the waves against the side of the boat fills her up with pure joy. She lets out a hearty laugh before dipping her hand into the clear water and making a small wave of her own. This is where she belongs, salt runs in her veins and her heart belongs to the ocean.

"We almost there!" The captain calls back to her and the three other people that decided to go snorkelling today, the boat starts to slow down.

"Wahoo!" She calls receiving a strange look from the couple next to her, but she doesn't care, she was born for this moment.

She starts to put on her snorkel and goggles and as soon as the captain says its all right, she jumps off the port into the water below she laughs as she feels the cold water engulfs her small frame when she surfaces she gasps noticing a plastic bag floating just a few feet from her. 

  "Hey," She calls out a frown replacing her smile for the first time that day. "Who threw that in the water?" 

Everyone on the boast shrugs, too busy putting on their equipment, or taking pictures to care.

The captain leans over the side. "You'll see a lot more of that, unfortunately," he says, a sad look on his sun-kissed face.

Sea girls frown grows, she swims over the bag and lifts it out the water and onto the boat.

"That won't make much of a difference Darling," The captain says.

"I might have just saved a turtles life, it will have made a difference to him," replies Sea girl. before diving under again. She notices all the colourful fish dancing beneath her feet, they not shy of her, one even swims right up to her face, but, Sea girl can't smile. There is so much plastic in the water, she feels her heart break a little more with each item she sees.

Far too many plastic bottles line the ocean floor and some of the coral has turned black, a small seahorse is wrapped around an earbud. 

Sea girl swims back up, but her heart seems to stay behind, sinking slowly to the bottom of the ocean, like the plastic. 

The ocean is drowning, its time to make a change.