Its single beady eye opens to see small, foreign objects floating above its giant body. It sees fish choking without use of their gills whilst trapped within a wire like, transparent sheet. It begins to panic, going into a frenzy where its gigantic tentacles flow around its body creating currents and water vortexes here and there. For hundreds of years, the mighty beast slept only coming up to attack ships which harmed its home one way or another. What had awakened the creature this time? It was something to do the little, strange objects which floated above its head.
What were they? It was clear the rest of its kind struggled to see them. Every ocean creature it saw fell into the man made trap. It blinked and its vision became clearer. Close by was a craft that didn't belong in the sea. Its body was made out of metallic sheets and it owned wings like a bird. Why would a creature of the air, so much smaller than himself, be at the bottom of the ocean? Did mother Gaia create it? Or was it those horrendous murderers? The very beasts who polluted the ocean and continue to this day? The beast rose from its sandy bed and let out a high pitched screech, it was scared. A transparent, thin bag drifted over its eye and suddenly, an albatross plummeted into the water. The poor creature was dead, all the air in its body had been suffocated out whilst its stomach had been pumped full of toxins and bits of trash laid about by the ghastly monsters of the land.
It let out another shrill cry and the water around it became rapid. Its beak snapped open and it began to choke on the very water it had inhaled. There was so much of the material in the water. None of the fish would survive if this carried on and the guardian had to do something. What was the material of the end? What was it and how did it get here? It was the very thing of the apocalypse and had come to begin the end. What was its demonic reason for infesting the waters and killing everything it infected. It was an infection spread by a material the humans had created. They must pay. They must clean the oceans before the guardian sees time and water collide as the past.
The Kraken opens it scarred right eye and sees nothing but darkness and death. It allowed for fishing, captivity and more but this was going too far for it to pass by. It sees a circular bottle cap drifting by and screeches. Such unfair and monstrous treatment of innocent creatures at the hands of beasts and their creations.
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The Kraken
General FictionNational Geographic story for #PlanetorPlastic -The Kraken is no beast who lays in wait for passing ships, he's the unfortunate guardian of the ocean's bed in the world of plastic-