In for a penny, in for a pound

Under water there seems to be much more death than life. Hardly a sea inhabitant far and wide, only these soulless parts in all colors, shapes and sizes.

With the exception of one spot in the immediate vicinity.

Suddenly, the turtle feels like it can’t move. Despite its attempts to move forward or upward, it merely rows helplessly with its flippers.

Soon she gives up these movements, accepts her anyway inevitable fate.

She no longer has the strength and energy to do so, and so she can at least listen to the song of the equally trapped animals, which are probably pressed together in a set net.

Whether she is to die by these ghostly tentacles or the collar, she does not really care.

Not at all unimportant to her is how much time she would have had to improve that world, at least for her nieces, who might never hatch, let alone have children of their own.

How stupid she was to constantly relinquish all responsibility and never do anything.

But what could she have moved? An unimportant little thing in the middle of the ocean. But if everyone thought like that, then there would be standstill. At least she could have helped with the collection of ideas or supported more important movements. Maybe she could have drawn people’s attention so that they would use their thumbs for the oceans.

Would have, would have, would have. What cruel words.

Will her neighbors fare as well as she? In the net, in which more and more turtles and marine mammals are getting tangled up and desperately trying to escape with the fish, many are trying to soothe the colony by singing a fable.

An old fairy tale that is told all over the world about a creature that no one has ever actually seen before. The mythical creature resembles a dolphin and has dark circles around its eyes.

According to the song, the same animal with fur over it exists on land.