Under the gentle sun of early April the sea was an unbroken calm, speckled with a million fragments of light - each one so tiny but together were intense in a way that was utterly beautiful. White spray erupts around us, as together we dance in celebration of the freedom we are so fortunate to have.
The pod head North in search of some unsuspecting schools of fish streaming along their invisible highways. Before we knew it we were being stalked and herded into three acre nets by blaring speedboat motors and deafening explosives. The six of us confined and desperate, futilely searching for an exit. Those fortuitous on the outside frantically cried at by those of us captured. Panic set in as we began attempting to lift ourselves over, in hope to be rescued.
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The lack of food causes me to do the best to distract my self in the confined space I’m in, to alleviate the torture of starvation. It comes in waves and seems as through my stomach is slowly digesting itself. Flashbacks take me to the schools of fish in my path back when I was granted with the freedom of the immense ocean. The last I remember, a human figure threw a single capelin fish into my now forever home two days ago, I am deprived of not only food but the competence of being a killer whale. The memories of home now torment me, as I come to cognisance that I will never live free