Day 171: When will we be rescued?
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, 12-22-2010 at 06:25 PM (2142 Views)
Today is Day 171 since we lost our beautiful reef. I miss my favorite haunts, swimming through the various currents and visiting with my fishy friends. Something bad happened many moons ago and we were all transported to a tiny imitation chasm that we believed was going to be temporary. As I watched from the surface, I saw moments of activity. The water felt the same, but it was different. I'm tired of these dark walls that surround me; I'm trying to be patient but... if it wasn't for the view above, I'd surely succumb to claustrophobia.
My buddy C.R. is always nearby, trying to encourage me that all will be well. We get a meal once, maybe twice a day. Some days I almost feel the sun shining down on us, but it never quite hits our zone. The artificial light comes on and goes off, and that is how I'm keeping track of time. Some of my favorite colorful corals are long gone.
Those dumb clownfish never seem to care. They just play in their anemones all day long - don't they wish for more space? They don't take anything seriously! Even the clam seems indifferent. One friend decided to escape; I feared the worst for him and finally I just gave up hope of ever seeing him again. Where's the pretty paisley fish Patches? I've not seen her in ages.
I miss the sand, I miss the huge leather coral that moved so gently to and fro. So much has changed, and my hope is faltering. It seems like 30 days ago, I saw the great pink wall come down. Something new and shiny appeared, but it just taunts me just a few lengths away - standing stoically and without life.
I want to swim freely again and I know my friends feel the same, except for those stupid clownfish. They can stay here - they wouldn't know the difference. At least Six cheers me up - he's a silly wrasse, but he's good-natured.
If you read this message, tell someone we need rescuing.