The Seahorse and Cotton Seaweed #PlanetorPlastic

Seahorse and Cotton Seaweed

I was only a little seahorse in the big abyss of the Pacific Ocean. I was only the small fish with small tail, which I used to grip slippery seaweeds. The tiny creature in the artificial body of water. I do not remember how it all began. I can recall just that I were an alevin and I floated in the depth, seeking any asylum to hide but in the sea only cotton swabs were abundant. There was no algae, no blade of eelgrass to catch, only water, sand and plastic. It should not surprize that I have tried to grip a cotton stick. It was the best idea I had.

When there is nothing natural to catch, you have to try other ways to survive - you risk or die, there are no other ones. Finally I have found a shelter but there was nothing edible. Nothing organic. It is not that I can eat sand or, I do not know, for example cotton. My story was near the end, when I have been fished by group of people - the same species which caused that I was as exhausted and ravenous as a tiger shark or cuttlefish. If I were a shark this time, I would have eaten these humans, but I were not and it may have been good, because they, even if it sounds silly, helped me. The men catched me into the water bucket and carried to other area of Pacific Ocean. I can be wrong but I think, they were from Australia or New Zealand. I consider that they were great people. Not everyone is able to come to rescue the wild, little and even stupid fish that cannot swim in its natural environment. I would rather have said "artificial environment" but mankind could not accepted that phrase. 

The people who fished me, freed me on the Great Barrier Reef. I was very happy and grateful. I could eat what and how much I wanted thanks to them after all. It is not the end of the story of seahorses yet. I were rescued from the Big Blue, but lots of my brothers and sisters died. I am pregnant now and I cannot let evil people kill my future alevins. Why good people will not preserve my kind from their bad brothers? I am wondering about it. I am wondering why that whole plastic mass lands on my territory! My fight is not fair - little, stupid seahorse against not only dominant but intelligant ape too. My fight will lost if good people do not help me. Being human You have a choise - You will be with me or against me. Do You want my kind to die out? The decision is only yours.