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The Keys The sun was centered high in the aqua blue sky surrounded by beautiful, puffy, humidified, white clouds. The ocean a glorified glittering teal blue, and under the righteous sparkling Marathon Florida Keys Beach a coral reef, dead barren gray coral reef, tragically ruined by the many people who carelessly stepped on it. I was snorkeling, trying to find a conch shell, a gigantic one. Earlier that day a local, who kept lugging out these humongous conch shells out of the same glittering teal water I was swimming in, told me the secret to finding one of those gigantic hundred-year- old conch shells. She told me the secret to finding the huge shells was to not look for the entire shell just the tiny, pointy, tippy, tops, so I did. …show more content…
Forgetting the weariness of my now tingling legs, I dove into the water. The feeling of completion raced through me, replacing my feeling of frustration from just seconds before, as I dug farther into the sand. After being under the water only a few seconds, my lungs felt like exploding in my beating chest as I resurfaced. I quickly gulped in some fresh, cool, seaside air as I looked around for my dad. That’s when I saw trouble. A big cloud of seaweed sat about eleven feet away just taunting me to get the conch shell out before it swallowed up the area shells where the shells rested, and then crashed up onto the beach . “Dad” I screamed, “ I need help.” My dad came swimming over, from about seventy-five meters away, with his entire strength cutting through the water like a knife stopping in front of …show more content…
Then I disappeared again under the now choppy aqua water. My dad dove under as well seeing me digging he starting to help me dig out what I though was one shell. The water became so murky after digging for only a few seconds, I had to resurface again to clear my eyes and to gulp in the fresh air, only to see that the green seaweed monster was getting closer every time a wave rolled in. Our time was limited. I descended back under into the murky depths, my dad resurfacing for a gulp of new oxygen for his lungs. Everything tired my digging became scooping as I watched the shell emerge from the sand. I pulled at the shell as the sand gave way to its suction like grip. That’s when I saw it… a second shell. I kicked my way to the surface holding the enormous conch shell with an iron grip. My dad had already succeeded back down into the murky ocean depths, I raced to the shore and up onto the beach steering clear of the seaweed. I ran my shell to the area of beach my family had claimed and hid my conch shell under a beach towel. I raced back into the water to help my dad dig out any other possible shells hidden beneath the choppy sea. The green sea of seaweed was getting really close to the “dig site” as I dove back under the choppy sea to help my dad. Only to see him emerge holding another hundred-year-old conch shell. We both raced back
I smiled to myself and decided that I would go join in. With that, I took a huge deep breath and jumped into the salty water. The water was cool and refreshing; I felt it slide through my hair making it sway in the water. I swam deeper and deeper into the deep blue water. Sunlight streamed through it, lighting up the water around me turning it to gold. I kicked harder and I felt my muscles surge with strength and I pushed further. My lunges began to burn for the need of oxygen, but I refused to go up. I repeatedly told myself just a little bit longer. Until I was unable to proceed anymore without more air in my lungs, I swam to the top of the water taking a huge breaths, filling my lungs with air. I could then taste the salty water as it ran down my face and dripped over my lips. Just then I thought, I will never forget this moment, this place, or the experiences I felt while visiting
...trength completely fails and he lets go and starts to drown and sink. to not save him but to continue to paddle and get to safety. I hold back tears with fire and brimstone and I start to paddle as if the devil were behind us even though I am feeling drained as well. After about another hour or so it seems we start closing in and my father feels sand brush his feet. We both let out a huge sigh of relief as my father finally touches the bottom. still being about a quarter mile from the shore we do sort of a “Island hop” with the sand patches and we make our way back from where we came. Once we get back we decide thats enough beach for the day and go home. Feeling victorious and defeated at the same time I still hold a scar within me. and within that scar there is a small dark hole within me that is afraid of the ocean. And to this day I fear I will forever be afraid.
I feel something brush over the top of my right foot. A sharp-tickling pain comes on the top of my foot. Quickly, I run out of the warm ocean water onto the dry sand. My mom notices something. “What is this?” she questioned. “It’s a jellyfish!”
It was a sunny day, the creak of a boat below me gave me rhythmic music to listen to while learning this new experience. I smelt the scent of fresh fish and my pudgy hands gripped the pole that strung to my first catch. It quivered and twitched in the alien air that singed its lungs. In the corner of my eye I could see my father’s smile and approval.
It was the summer of 2012, where I found myself utterly captivated by the enticing world found underneath the deep blue colored waters of the Sea of Cortez. I would be spending the next two weeks, with my Intro to Marine Biology course, snorkeling around various islands of Baja California studying marine organisms. In those two weeks, not only had I learned a great deal on marine life, I had also made a significant realization. As of that summer, my inquisitive nature awakened a hidden passion, the desire to understand marine life beyond the naked eye.
We laughed all the way, reaching the beach quickly. As we looked back at the converging sun display while unstrapping our wetsuits - I spotted the sharp, distinctive fin of a shark, I gasped, pointing it out to my friend. She started to hyperventilate and crouched down and putting her head between her knees; she was having an asthma attack. I cursed myself for not remembering her pump, I told her to lift her arms above her head, and I sprinted inhumanly fast back to the house. I found her inhaler while screaming through the house for my parents to help.
...mazingly) and we watched the engines start up, with water whirling everywhere below the surface. I ran to the front of the boat to look down into the water and I kept noticing all these little white puffs everywhere. From where I was, they kind of looked like plastic bags floating through the water. I called Kristi and my dad over to see them. As we were watching, these poofy little balls kept appearing out of nowhere, there must have been hundreds. Finally, a really big one floated its way into our line of vision and from the eighth deck we were able to see what they were. Jellyfish! Cute little iridescent balls of cotton.
The lonely empty silence is overpowered by a wall of foam rushing towards me. Wheels of sand are churning beneath my feet. My golden locks are flattened and hunched over my head to form a thick curtain over my eyes. Light ripples are printed against my olive stomach as the sun beams through the oceans unsteadiness. I look below me and can’t see where the sand bank ends; I look above and realize it’s a long way to the top. Don’t panic Kate, you’ll get through this. I try to paddle to the top but am halted by something severely weighing me down- My board. That’s what got me in this mess in the first place. I can see the floral pattern peeping through the sand that is rapidly crawling over it. I quickly rip apart the Velcro of my foot strap and watch my board float to the surface effortlessly as I attempt climbing through the water to reach the surface. The fin of my board becomes more visible to me as I ascend. Finally, an alleviating sensation blasts through my mouth.
All I could feel was rugged sand all over my body and in my mouth. Land, we had washed ashore! Then I remembered fully what had happened last night. I began to look for Tom. "Tom, Tom, Where are you!!" There was no sign of him anywhere. Then I saw the footprints in the sand.
Almost every one of us have heard and most of you have seen the Coral reefs but did you know what actually these are:
This is personally relevant, where I have always been fascinated by the environment in the most natural form, though am passionate about preserving it through sustainable practises. I thus, endeavoured to raise awareness in the fast-coming deterioration of coral reefs, though also indirectly explore the symbolic fluidity of thoughts and the changing nature of a depressed mind through the evolution of the decaying reef. This is achieved through presenting the coral reef in its purest form, with coral thriving in this environment, though is contrasted with the depressive and murky, overpowering colours of black which seeps into the blues and greens to represent
Today many people do not see the need to preserve corals reefs. Hence because of the lack of appreciation for the reefs, they are slowly disappearing. Many citizens do not realize the importance of these reefs, the species they hold, and the food webs that connect the ecosystems. Our American government has stated many times that they are doing all they can to preserve and to replenish our coral reefs. However, how accurate is that statement? To answer these questions, we first have to understand what a coral reef is and how it can be saved.
My mind flashed back to the wise advice my grandmother had constantly given me. "Never chew with your mouth open," she would say. If only I had listened to her. But my sensible side reminded me, now is not the time for sullen regrets. I shook my head to clear it, and with a loud sigh, evaluated my situation. I had been eating lunch on the edge of the dock with some of my high school friends. I started laughing, despite my dear grandmother’s advice, and suddenly, I was underwater, tightly gripped by some creature I had never seen before, which, for reasons I may never understand, my beleaguered mind decided to call a “nusterboofy.”
It seems a little bit crowded in this 20" X 13" tank that not only holds nine fish, but also two huge sea shells. Both of the pink shaded shells give the tank a happy look. There are also plastic green plants sticking out from the shells and rocks. As I am observing these objects, I am swimming back and forth in the tank. A hollow skeleton head lay upon the middle of the tank with green ferns sticking out of its eyes. An ancient, small gray pot lay next to one of the shells, also surrounded with plastic green sea plants. The thermometer sways back and forth as one of my friends hits it after swimming by.
I will never forget the first time I went snorkeling, it was something I had been afraid to do up until the moment I touched the water. Beforehand all I could think about was what if I got attacked by a shark? I was too young to die and I felt like I was tempting fate. Then once I made the plunge into the water everything washed away, as if the waves carried the fear with them as they folded over me. I remember that day so clearly, rocking back and forth, up and down, I sat on a small glass bottom boat. The enormous ocean waves making me nauseas as I put my snorkel gear on. I hurried as fast as I could, knowing my nausea would go away as soon as I entered the water. This wasn’t the first time I have gotten sea sick, but it only shows up when the boat is sitting still. As soon as I got my equipment on I jumped into the water, fins first. I felt the sensation of goose bumps shivering up my whole body, tiny bubbles rolling over my body from breaking the surface, they ran from my toes upwards to break free at the ocean’s surface. Once the bubbles cleared, I looked around to see a new blue world I have never experienced before. I heard the sound of the ocean, mumbled by the sound of my deep breathing and the tanks of the more experienced scuba divers below me. It’s a very relaxing and peaceful sound, and if I had not been in such a new and unusual place I could have floated with my eyes closed for hours.