It is so dark here! But it is warm and safe. I am going to sleep a little while longer.
How long did I sleep! And why is the ground shaking? Looks like I am not alone. I can’t wait to get out of here to check what is on the outside. It sounds like there are a lot more outside, I can’t wait to see what is going on.
Little by little, it is working. Slow, yes, but I can do it. The cracks are formed, I just have to break open as soon as I can, to join the rest. Could there be more like me? I don’t want to be alone.
I know I’ll be out of this soon. Just a little more space to wriggle out. And… done.
I hoped to see a few who were like me, but turns out there are a whole lot of them; and by the look of the surrounding nests, there seem to be a lot more to follow.
Now onwards. Up this mound, out of the pit and down, forward. I am almost running to get there. The voice inside me is somehow completely certain that this is the way I should take to get to the water. I cannot see a lot further from here, but I can see the skylights being reflected way ahead. Yes, that is where I need to go.
It looks and sounds beautiful, seeing all of us running towards the water, the sound of the waves, the lights in the night sky beckoning us. The feeling that I am not alone is enormously motivating, and so is, strangely, the presence of predators, the ones waiting to swoop in on us.
Our milestone now is to get to the water so we can dive down into it. Our next mission will be to get ‘lost’ in the sea, so we are not found by anyone around, who would be ready to snack on us.
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This could be an account of a sea turtle to its grandchildren or its friends, if it ever survived his initial days’ journey.
Some of them would have to get past the trash on the beach or in it, which could end up being traps to them; some would have to get used to the artificial lights that hinder the turtles’ sense of direction.
‘Survival of the fittest’ doesn’t apply to them here, that may come later on. When they are born, it is just ‘survival’.
