My Turtles
Walking down the beach, waves closing in. Just off the powder sand to the cold wet muck, I prefer the muck, bending down picking up shells, a whole variety from conchs to Whelks. I look down the beach and saw something orange. Breaking into a sprint I race down the beach, not minding the spiky shells pricking my feet. As I slow my pace as I approach the orange. I stumble upon a turtles nest small and beneath the sand. But I know it's there. The stakes, tape, and cage over the nest explain it all. The tape is what caught my eye, a vibrant orange warding off tourists. I wanted to protect the nest for it was closed to my heart, and my home. The poor baby turtles would not know what to do or how to survive, or would they? I must help I thought, follow them into the vast unknown we know as the ocean. Their home is now here, but not for long, so I will enjoy every last second I have with them. So I carefully, not to get to close and gazed out to the thrashing sea just waiting to be unleashed and drowned my turtles, my darlings. I will not allow such a horrible fate. They will be safe under my guard. I sat thinking about the crabs, raccoons, and fire ants.
No I mustn't think such morbid thoughts; they will be safe, my turtles, and my darlings. I will sit here for days, weeks, months and watch over them, keep them safe. This got me thinking…what if they make it to the seaweed bed…but what if they don't? Will they not even make it past their first domain the long stretch of powdery sand? A moment ago it was beautiful to me, now it was nothing more than a road of hot coals, ready to scald my turtles, my darlings. No, I will follow them to the seaweed bed if necessary; keep them safe and away from harm. I will stay near them, and never be far, it just pained me to see them caged in, and isolated. So oblivious to unknown world to soon greet them. I would lose them to the sea soon, once a friend, but now only a puddle of hatred and distaste, to take my turtles, my darlings. Night has fallen darkness surrounds me. Unconsciousness sweeps over me but I must fight it, for my turtles need me to protect them. But there is nothing I can do. I lay down on the blanket of sand, practically collapsing.
So soft and inviting, but I mustn't surrounded myself to the darkness, the fate of my turtles depend on me, I will most certainly not betray them. But what can I do? I couldn't fight it any longer my mind shut down and I drifted into a dreamless night. I awoke to a blinding light and snapped my eye open and sat up. I had forgotten where I lay, it was a beach. Oh I remembered it all very vividly now. I was watching over my turtles, my darlings.
I glanced at my nest- no..." no no no no no…oh NO" I realized I shouted this aloud. What I saw gave me no choice, but to burst into tears. I couldn't stop, I hadn't even tried, the attempt was futile. In place of the beautiful blanket of sand, lay empty egg shells and a overturned cage, along with a indent in the sand. I scrambled over to my nest that was once full, but now only one tiny egg was left, I cried and cried over my turtles, my darlings. They were now gone because of my foolish impractical needs. I would never forgive myself for this, never. I laid my head back and let tears flow down my face wetting my sand encrusted hair, but I didn't care. Then crawled over to my nest and gently picked up and cradled my little last turtle, my little last darling. I vowed to myself I would never let anything happen to him…ever.
I wrote this because I love the ocean, and turtles and I felt that I needed a sad story, and it kinda relates to Nemo and The Last Song. Hope you liked it