The Wise Turtle of the Gulf

Cool, deep blue waters nurturing life, shimmering fierily where light struck it. Iridescent coral reefs sheltering the smallest of creatures. Schools of fishes freely swimming, taking on the natural cycle of life.

Life has been as blissful for me and the other creatures whom I’ve spent the first few decades of my life with. Life has been genuinely resplendent. It has almost appeared surreal. All those times we were always grateful that we were blessed to have been born in such a wonderful place.

We have come to believe that our existence will never be disturbed. That our lives have begun and will end in this paradise. We knew of humans but we have also believed that our seas are far too distant for any of them to be able to lay waste to this splendid space.

Evidently, we are also mindful of the reality that humans, irrespective of how superior they imagine themselves to be, are capable of being such savages.

However, we have been mistaken. We have not foreseen that our waters will be encroach by humans for the day came when they started building a huge metal structure in the middle
of the ocean.

Being the creatures that we are, we couldn’t prohibit them. We weren’t able to protect our waters and stop them from proceeding. Days passed while the humans continued to slowly destroy our home while we lived in the shadow of the fear that we may not wake to see a new day. We didn’t know what they desired.

After some time, they appeared to have finished their metalwork as there have been no visible alterations in the structure for a few days already. We observed as we tried to understand what the humans wanted. We have also been grateful that it didn’t seem like they came for us.

Soon we were able to infer from their activities and movements that they were digging into the depths of the Earth and are gathering a rather black and filthy substance.

We soon opted to attempt to live in the manner that we used to – the way we lived before the humans came to our waters. It never occurred to us that this foul matter will bring a catastrophe to our kind.

The day came when the metal construction failed and it was engulfed in flames. Soon, the black matter spread all over the beautiful waters. Naturally, we too began to get bathed in black. The seas became a dark and filthy space while we struggled to live.

Days went on and our numbers continue to decline. My brothers slowly died and soon the ocean started to be filled with our lifeless comrades.

The glorious waters that we once lived in peacefully have now become a revolting dark space.

Soon, I know, soon I will join my brothers. We know better than to depend on humans to make things right. And I will leave this foul place grateful that I no longer have to endure this misfortune that the humans brought upon us.