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It was a lovely day on the Atlantic coast. Spotted 

dolphins were coming out of the water and going 

back in. My friends, Vaishy and Brinley, and I were 

in our motorboat for an underwater swimming 

expedition. We put on our swimming suits and dove 

into the water. There were many beautiful types of 

fish and coral reefs.

We saw a big ship above our heads. Near the ship, 

we saw a coral reef, and I remembered a science 

lesson. Coral reefs weren’t plants, they were 

creatures called polyps. I was glad I got to see 

that. We wanted to see what the bottom of a ship 

looked like. So we swam directly under it. We had a 

special underwater speaking device that we were 

going to use to speak. “Look at that!” said Vaishy, 

pointing towards a big and very rare kind of 

seashell stuck to the bottom of the ship.

 I took out our seashell collection bag and yanked 

the seashell from the bottom of the ship.We all 

decided to swim to the motorboat to get water. 

When we swam to where we had left it, it was 

nowhere to be seen!!!

“We need to look for it,” I said urgently. We 

started to swim around. As we swam, searching for 

our motorboat, we couldn't’t enjoy the beauty of 

the ocean around us (though I was looking for 

clown fish and anemones!). Our oxygen tank needed 

to be refilled, so we went to the surface and 

refilled them. On our way back, we saw a dolphin 

that was covered in plastic and was choking. A lost 

motorboat and a hurt dolphin! What could possibly 

be worse?

down and do something to help the dolphin.

  We were all starting to panic, when Brinley said that we 

should calm down and dosomething to help the poor dolphin.

We saw a motorboat sailing by, and we swam towards it. It 

was ours! There was someone wearing a badge that said 

Scientist Thomas in our motorboat. We asked him why he 

had it. Shrugging, he said, “I found it on the shore, so I 

decided to look for its owners.” Vaishy and I called to the 

dolphin to come by making hand movements and softly 

patting it. Brinley pointed to a big pile of trash about three 

hundred yards away from us. 

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