The Storm #PlanetorPlastic

The Storm

The wind is strong. The sea is rough. The small boat sways back and forth as we cling on to our life jackets, praying it will save our lives. The rain splattered across the deck soaking through our clothes. The coldness engulfing me, I shivered in the spraying water. I wanted to live. I was ready to beat the cold, whatever it takes, but..................

I opened my eyes. The sky was dark but the sea was calmer than before. I felt parched so I looked around the boat for some water. There was none and everyone else seem to be sleeping. My eyes started closing and I drifted off to a deep slumber.

THUD THUD! I woke up to something hitting the side of our boat. The sky was grey and the sea was calmer. The sound of something hitting the side of the boat continued. I had the urge to look over the edge and my eyes almost popped out of my sockets. Stretching for miles and miles were not the clear sea water. There was no sea life in sight. All I saw were bottles. Empty ones. Half-filled ones. All were floating around like it is there home. I felt the air around us thicken but not with oxygen. I felt a tightness around my neck like I could not breathe.

WHAT HAVE WE DONE? WHAT HAVE I DONE?

My memory rewinds back to all the times I threw my bottle away. All the times I threw away the wrappers. The memory roll stops at yesterday when I threw away the cans and bottles into the sea because it was carrying down the boat. We needed to lighten the cargo on board. We never thought of the consequence of our actions. All we think about is ourselves.

I used to love the sea. I loved basking in the sun and splurging in the beautiful turquoise water. I loved diving and seeing the fishes swim around the reef. I loved spending the day at the shore. I loved collecting seashells. Now it's all in the past. I wondered when I became like this. I wondered how that girl who loves the nature, became a monster. An enemy. I suddenly miss the old me.

I looked at the landscape wondering when I will be able to see the clear water. When will I be able to see the dolphins? Will I be able to survive the storm? Will we be able to survive the storm? I took my hands to my face, looked up at the sky and prayed. I prayed and prayed that whether I survive or not, let the mother earth survive.