STINKY BAY

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Here we go. Here we go, those orange jellyfish are not going to last long in this area. The orange jelly bump along in the water and it gets awfully dark.

“Something strange about this place Juicy, not a soul about,” said Orange squeezy.

“Does feel odd, Hang on I’ll raise my head on the next wave and see where we are,” said Orange Juicy.

The two-orange jelly’s look lost and they will soon find out they are in the land of Stinky Bay. The waters got cooler as the two-orange jelly’s drifted further to the shore. Then a wave came and Orange Juicy stretched his little head above the water.

“Heck, Squeezy this place has no beach, just some brown mulch as far as I can see,” said Juicy. There was silence.

“Squeezy? Squeezy, are you hearing me?” Juicy bopped back under the water and there he saw Squeezy motionless with long brown threads around him. Juicy dashed over to him and quickly realises that what he had seen on the beach was now wrapped around his friend.

“I guess you need my help,” said a voice in all directions. “Don’t bother looking for me, you will never find me as I’m all around.”

Juicy’s eyes darted from one side of his head to the other. I wonder who he was?  he thought.

Welcome to the land of Stinky Bay, most of the humans that do stick around long enough to live here are either, born here, have inherited a shack or house or are plain nuts and want to live here. I just send the rubbish seaweed here as usual and barely a wave in sight as it so damn flat to the horizon. Don’t bother looking up this town on the map as those who know…will know. I could get my butt kicked and more seaweed than I can handle.

“Fruit cake, the ocean is talking Squeezy, let’s get out of here as fast as we can, or we could die from the stink.”

The shop at the base of the jetty do well every year to feed the humans of fresh fish, potato cakes and often hear the lobsters screaming to say they are going to another world. Yet the humans love them and especially at Christmas. And some families hit the road on Boxing Day and camp for several weeks up the coast where the water and rocky coastline is pristine…except the water is too damn cold for the humans to venture in.

Well as you can guess the two-orange jelly’s didn’t stay for long as the stink never left them and they won’t be back or I’ll sure let them know with the seaweed that gets sent their way when they try to enter this area again.

Boy are those humans crazy for wanting to live in stinky bay.

PLASTIC SUCKS

“Phttttth,” Look at those damn floaties in the water. Plastic sucks yet there are worst things in the ocean, and I wouldn’t dare tell you about them. It never used to be this way, it only got worst over the years when more people travel further from home or took day trips in their flashy boats and toss the days rubbish overboard instead of taking it home.

While humans don’t really care about how I feel with all this extra junk weighing me down every minute, something needs to change…real soon. Before I do something about it. Not sure, but when it happens remember I told you so. So there.

Long ago humans were more thoughtful on what they bought and often it came loose like flour, sugar, salt and milk came in glass bottles.  How would the humans feel if I sent the rubbish to land every time, I do a king tide? Wouldn’t that be a story for the local papers, hee ha. Maybe. Just maybe.

It takes one person at a time to make a difference, you see whenever you visit me at the beach, just think how happy I would be and can see, feel and hear you when you are tucking into your fish and chips with all those pesky seagulls that think you owe them your lunch or dinner for free. Cheeky buggers. They prefer the hot chippees then the fresh fish because the fish are too smart. My tummy rolls at the sight that I have to stop myself before I send the humans a tsunami!

While some plastic is beneficial to a human’s life but to the careless ones as they haven’t had a minute to think about where it might end up! Every night the humans are sleeping I’m sending thoughts with every wave that hits the beach and wonder if someone is catching them at the other end. I know they are because the next day I see some strangers and a bag, gloves and a fancy long thing with crab claws on the end that seems to pick up the rubbish. Others grab it in the water with their bare hands and take it with them when they leave after a swim or stroll along the beach. Most get excited about picking up rubbish as most don’t fancy coming across those nasty needles that shouldn’t be anywhere the sandy beaches you know. My dream is for many humans and pets to visit me daily and have wonderful clean beaches and ocean with clear blue skies and long warm days…wouldn’t that be a treat.