The Koosh Master

Once there was a large battleship in the middle of the ocean.
It was ancient. Rust covered it like a worn red blanket and large cannon holes punctured its sides. The battleship had been there so long that many fish and coral had made their home in its cavernous hull.
It also was right smack dab on top of a promising oil fossil fuel vein which was desperately needed by a bankrupt oil company.
You can probably guess what would've happened next. Some stereotypical business man who had no feelings whatsoever would rent giant machines to knock over the battleship with the flourishing coral and that would be the end of this story. But this is no stereotypical story.