P/S This is a fictional story, based on real life situations.
Living in the vast ocean used to be paradise. Beautiful creatures of all species, sizes and colours lived in it, creating magnificent underwater scenery that stretched as far as the eyes could see. Those were the days that I enjoyed the most, being able to swim around in the crystal clear waters with my brothers and sisters; swimming as far as our flippers could bring us. However, all this came to an abrupt stop that one fateful day. I remember that day as if it was yesterday; the day my brother was murdered.
Living in the vast ocean used to be paradise. Beautiful creatures of all species, sizes and colours lived in it, creating magnificent underwater scenery that stretched as far as the eyes could see. Those were the days that I enjoyed the most, being able to swim around in the crystal clear waters with my brothers and sisters; swimming as far as our flippers could bring us. However, all this came to an abrupt stop that one fateful day. I remember that day as if it was yesterday; the day my brother was murdered.
It was
about two months ago when my brother, Timmy and I decided to go to Jellyfish
Cove as it was the peak of the jellyfish spawning season and thus jellyfish
were plentiful at Jellyfish Cove. When we arrived, what greeted us were far
beyond our expectations. Jellyfish of all sizes and species gathered there to
spawn. Timmy and I quickly hid out of sight, so that we will not be detected
easily. We waited for the right time to make our move. We set our eyes on our “prey”
and when the right moment came, we struck.
My
brother and I continued this friendly competition between us when we saw a
group of unique jellyfish, one that we have never seen before. They were
whitish, yet not as transparent as the other jellyfish. They did not have long
tentacles as the others as well, with only two flippers with a big hole in the
middle of each, attached to their bodies. Initially, Timmy and I thought of
them as just another species of jellyfish, yet I noticed that they were
partially floating on the water. Curiosity started to arouse as we swam
closer to one of them. Timmy immediately reached out to take a bite, but I
stopped him, saying that we should be careful. He responded by saying, “Don’t
be ridiculous brother. It’s just another jellyfish”. I continued to express my
doubts but he waved them off, claiming that I was over-reacting. Then, he took
a bite. What happened next was the most traumatic moment of my life.
At first,
everything seemed fine and he gave me an I-told-you-so look. I suggested to him
that we should head home as it was getting dark and he complied. However, just
as we were about to swim home, he started heaving heavily and was gasping for
air. Then, all of a sudden, it all stopped. He stopped heaving and choking. I
thought that he was alright. When I called out to him, he did not respond. I thought
he was just playing around, so I nudged him with my flipper. Yet, he remained
immobile. I continued nudging him and calling out to him continuously, yet he
remained motionless.
Suddenly,
I heard a familiar voice calling out to me. It was my distant cousin, Turry’s
voice. He was older than my brother and I and always treated us as his own
little brothers. I turned around and saw him and a few others swimming towards
us. When they saw my expression and my brother lying motionless beside me, they
asked me to explain what happened and I related the entire story to him. He explained
to me that my brother had consumed what us turtles called “turtle-chokers”,
strange, floating, jelly-fish like objects that were released into the sea by
humans. Turry said that these things were poisonous to turtles and thus caused
Timmy’s death. I was devastated and overwhelmed with sadness. I cried continuously
as Turry helped me home. His friends carried Timmy with us as we headed home,
so that our family could bade our last farewells to him. I lost my brother that
fateful. He was murdered by humans, poisoned by the object they had thrown into
the ocean.
The “poisonous
jellyfish” in this story are actually plastic bags. Although this is just a
fiction, the situation is anything is fictional. Every year, millions of sea
turtles are killed, suffocated and poisoned by the trash that we threw into the
seas. They are beautiful, friendly sea creatures that mean no harm to us humans
whatsoever. Yet, sadly, they are on the brink of extinction due to our
irresponsible actions of throwing trash into the sea. Unlike us humans, sea
turtles are unable to differentiate jellyfish with plastic bags.
Let us
work together to conserve and save sea turtles from extinction, before it is
too late. Every one of us has a part to play in making sure that these gentle
creatures are not threatened by extinction. Let’s stop this massacre before it’s
too late. Small effort, big change.
So, please join our “Ring A Life”
Campaign that will be held in TAR UC Canteen 2 Concourse from 16-18th
July 2014, from 9am- 5pm. Bring along your old and unused mobile phones,
tablets and laptops so that you can help raise funds to support WWF-Malaysia’s
turtle conservation efforts. See you there!
Written by,
Jonathan So
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