The Arabian Sea, bustling with life as always. Gentle rays of sunlight pierced the blue depths, illuminating a world teeming with movement. Fish darted past colorful corals, octopuses changes colors, dolphins leapt with joy, and turtles glided slowly through waving seaweed forests.
The oceans, covering most of the Earth, still hold countless mysteries—hidden creatures waiting to be discovered, living peacefully in their watery home. Above, humans walk on land—the builders and sometimes destroyers of this fragile world. Rising temperatures, melting glaciers, and pollution threaten the ocean’s delicate balance. Yet the creatures beneath the waves carry on, unaware of the dangers looming beyond their blue realm.
It was a usual Sunday morning in the Arabian Sea. The dolphin and the turtle — best friends in this watery world — met on their usual path.
Me (Dolphin): “Hello, Turtley. Good morning.”
Turtle: “Hello! Good morning! Where are you off to?”
Me: “Nothing much, just the usual food hunt. You?”
Turtle: “Same. But honestly, food’s getting harder to find.”
Me: “Yeah, I’ve noticed. Must be the water getting warmer or something.”
Turtle: “Definitely. The temperature’s rising, and so many creatures are dying. Plus, all those strange smells and things humans dump in the water…”
Me: “Exactly! These humans come diving and boating, and in the process, they wreck our home!”
Turtle: “And don’t even get me started! Last week, one of those plastic rings got stuck on my shell. Everyone thought I was wearing a designer sea belt!”
Me: “Oh my bubbles! You started a new trend—Trash Chic! Wait till crabs start copying your look!”
Turtle: “Please! I was mortified. A pufferfish had to help yank it off. I nearly became a fashion icon by accident.”
Me: “You and fashion! Oh wait—you know shark was spotted yesterday with a floral ring on his fin?”
Turtle: “No way!”
Me: “Yes! He looked like he was walking an ocean runway. All scattered like, ‘Make way for the diva!’”
Turtle: “Only in the ocean can the most dangerous guy become a fashion statement thanks to pollution.”
Me: “And these humans still think they’re not part of the problem. They dump sewage and chemicals into our water like it belongs here.”
Turtle: “And plastic. So much plastic. It affects them too when they eat us, you know. But do they care?”
Me: “No, I don’t think so. They don’t even care about themselves. I miss the old blue world. We used to chill, eat with friends and family, and feel safe.”
Turtle: “Me too. But now? We’re just small creatures stuck in a big mess.”
Me: “But… do you think humans can help? I mean, if they caused it, can’t they fix it?”
Turtle: “I think they can. They’re smart; they’ve built amazing things. If they reduce plastic, treat sewage, and use their technology to help, maybe things could change.”
Me: “Then why aren’t they doing it?”
Turtle: “That, I don’t know. Maybe they’re too busy or just not paying attention. Or maybe they need a wake-up call—from us.”
Me: “But what can we do? We can’t even speak. How will we give them a wake-up call? I really hope they act before it’s too late. I want our home back.”
Turtle: “Don’t worry. Hope floats, remember?”
Me: “You and your slow jokes!”
Turtle: “Hey! Speaking of slow… You made me late. I have to go to Octopus’s house for the party!”
Me: “Oh bubbles! I almost forgot! He invited me too!”
Turtle: “Wait… Weren’t you out food hunting?”
Me (pauses): “Oh my sea stars… that was the whole point! I was supposed to bring something to the party!”
Turtle: “Me too! That’s why I was out earlier looking for something tasty.”
Me: “Well, luckily, I found those seaweed noodles. Wrapped them up nicely in clamshells. Crisis averted!”
Turtle: “Phew! I’ve got some coral crisps. That makes us official contributors and not underwater freeloaders.”
Me: “Imagine showing up empty-flippered—Octopus would never let us live it down.”
Turtle: “Last time Jellyfish brought just bubbles and got roasted for a week!”
Me: “Haha! Let’s go before the krill kebabs vanish.”
Turtle: “You go ahead. I’ll catch up, scenic speed and all.”
Me: “Seriously? At your speed, I’ll be done with dessert before you even arrive.”
Turtle: “Excuse me, I have one speed—legendary.”
Me: “More like nap-worthy!”
Turtle: “Hey, I arrive in style. Eventually.”
Me (laughs): “Alright, alright, let’s float together. I’ll slow down today just for you.”
Turtle: “Now that’s friendship.”
The Momma Clan 
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