She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.
sometimes I look at the ocean and think about how absolutely massive it is. We have been sailing it for thousands of years and still have not seen every inch, don’t know how to predict it, and yet somehow still don’t respect her, filling it with another new continent, this one of plastic, filling the bellies of fish and birds everywhere. If you don’t think that toxicity will reach us, you’re crazy.
But not only is the ocean big; but the world is big. There are indigenous tribes in the amazon that have never met civilization. There are nooks and crannies in Africa I will never visit. The dream is to see as much of it as possible while making a difference. Who is with me?