Survival of the fittest
Normally I'm not that curious at all. Not that there is much going on that needs my attention in the first place. But this strange animal is acting rather unusual. Different than the others I've ever seen of his walking-on-two-legs kind anyway.
For hours now he has been standing in the breakers. Doing nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing. It's not that he is just staring at the horizon. Nor is he fishing. I mean, one should at least try catching a fish. But he just stands there. Strange kind, 'humans'.
I can't help myself; I'm getting really eager to know what in the ocean that creature is doing.
He doesn't seem to notice me. The sea has probably got him, he must be dead. There's some terribly tasty seaweed next to him... What?! Let him get off my shell immediately! The nerve he has! He won't let go, there's more strength in him than you would say. And those loud funny noises he makes, horrible! I try to make him stop by biting his snout. It doesn't help. Who gave these creatures sound anyway? As fast as I can I try to swim back to the safe open water. He just holds on to me. Survival of the fittest they say, right? Didn't consider him fit, but what a mistake. We struggle and struggle. How many times I try to dive and make him swallow water instead of the precious air his kind needs, he yet holds on.
Then the weight at my back is lifted. With all the fuss I didn't notice I had reached one of these floating shells that is controlled by the two-legged animals. The weird animal is saved by members of his own kind, what do you know.
Before getting back to quieter waters I rest for a moment. I still hear the noises of my attacker to the members of his race: "Thanks for the rescue, my raft had just let me down."
Strange kind, humans.
