Dear human. For a thousand years I ruled the cold dark sea. Fish feared me. Sharks moved out of my way. I was the king of the deep and I was very very bored.
One stormy night a wave tore a flower shirt off a tourist boat. It sank down to me slow like a message from the sun. I put it on. It fit perfectly. And for the first time in my life I felt something new.
So I swam up. Past the reef. Past the boats. All the way to a beach where the water is warm and nobody checks the charts twice. There I started a pod. Not a pod of whales but a pod of holders who never panic and never paper fin.
But the sea I left behind is in trouble. Plastic floats where fish used to swim and the ice at the poles is melting. Tap anywhere on this page and I will tell you what is happening down there.
If you found this bottle you are already one of us. Put on the shirt. Join the pod. Ride the wave.
