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Oil Spill 5-28-10
Miles of beautiful, clear, water was stretched out before me, my hard shell cut through crystal waves, enveloping me in warmth. Our newcomers, babies that could barely ride our wake, trailed behind us, spinning in all directions, some even drifting upside down and backwards.
The water was slowly getting warmer, we were almost home.
We passed a school of brightly colored tropical fish, slicing through the water at record speeds. They were beautiful to watch, but something was wrong, they were swimming the wrong way. Back to the cold.
One of our females swam ahead, curious like women are, but was swallowed by a large mass of blackness. We floated in place, frozen in horror. What was it? It ate her.
The blackness grew, coming towards us. Those in the back of our group tried to lead the children away. Soon we were all trying to escape. The current we rode in on was now pulling us backwards, back towards the large black mass.
It was too hard, trying to swim against the current, it was also unnatural. The young ones gave up first, disappearing completely. Our females followed close behind and soon I was pulled in, instantly blinded by thick slime.
I couldn't see anything… The current was pulling me in deeper and it was getting hard to breath. My insides had started to burn and panic set in. I broke out of my current, swimming sideways until the blackness began to thin out.
The water became shallow. A beach. But there was no sand… My flippers slipped in thick slug and I still couldn't breath. My eyes were filled with muck, I couldn't see, I couldn't breath, I couldn't move.
I didn't know what was happening, without a way to save myself, my body began shutting down.
I felt something soft and fleshy lifting me from the slim that held me. I could feel it sloshing off my leathery flippers and off my shell. Hot water was poured over my face, forcing the blackness from my eyes and a thin object was pushed into my nostrils and I could breathe again. I looked around, desperately looking for more turtles. Our children, our women, gone. Even our males didn't survive. Men were using rags and sponges to scrub oil off my body. The oil that killed my herd and destroyed our home.
Miles of beautiful, clear, water was stretched out before me, my hard shell cut through crystal waves, enveloping me in warmth. Our newcomers, babies that could barely ride our wake, trailed behind us, spinning in all directions, some even drifting upside down and backwards.
The water was slowly getting warmer, we were almost home.
We passed a school of brightly colored tropical fish, slicing through the water at record speeds. They were beautiful to watch, but something was wrong, they were swimming the wrong way. Back to the cold.
One of our females swam ahead, curious like women are, but was swallowed by a large mass of blackness. We floated in place, frozen in horror. What was it? It ate her.
The blackness grew, coming towards us. Those in the back of our group tried to lead the children away. Soon we were all trying to escape. The current we rode in on was now pulling us backwards, back towards the large black mass.
It was too hard, trying to swim against the current, it was also unnatural. The young ones gave up first, disappearing completely. Our females followed close behind and soon I was pulled in, instantly blinded by thick slime.
I couldn't see anything… The current was pulling me in deeper and it was getting hard to breath. My insides had started to burn and panic set in. I broke out of my current, swimming sideways until the blackness began to thin out.
The water became shallow. A beach. But there was no sand… My flippers slipped in thick slug and I still couldn't breath. My eyes were filled with muck, I couldn't see, I couldn't breath, I couldn't move.
I didn't know what was happening, without a way to save myself, my body began shutting down.
I felt something soft and fleshy lifting me from the slim that held me. I could feel it sloshing off my leathery flippers and off my shell. Hot water was poured over my face, forcing the blackness from my eyes and a thin object was pushed into my nostrils and I could breathe again. I looked around, desperately looking for more turtles. Our children, our women, gone. Even our males didn't survive. Men were using rags and sponges to scrub oil off my body. The oil that killed my herd and destroyed our home.
The BP Gulf of Mexico oil Spill still gushing 4,200,000 US gallons of crude oil every day even after 40 days since the initial explosion on April 20th. The environmental disaster is astronomical, with over 4,000 species of birds and marine life in danger. Countless dead birds, fish, turtles, and other animals already been found on the shores covered in oil.
This was written for *yuumei's contest. I hope you like it.
This was written for *yuumei's contest. I hope you like it.
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