I had a pretty good life but that was before
those people with the crates arrived.
A dark big oval the size of a great white shark
loomed across the tropical water! Since then the
village has never ran out of fish.
My name is Buzz I'm a coelacanth but I don't
really know how I came to be in tropical waters.
I now live in wonderful conditions in warm water
and with good neighbors a coral for a house I
seemed to have it all till my neighbors died I only
see a few fish swimming about now a days. Why
you ask? Well all because of the nearby village
they used to take only what they needed but
now there overfishing How? Because of those
dreaded Dynamite! And it packs quite a punch.
To top it all up there is this strange phenomenon
that stops fish in there tracks its like the world
stopped turning! The Coral reefs are like ruins, a
long forgotten city if you like to call it that.
He smelled like a dead rat with a rotten egg
plopped on his head and his name was Bruce.
He was dirty and often flies hovered above his
head, his appearance made him look like an
utter disgrace, a penniless pile of poo! This was
wrong he was filthy rich wallowing in money
everyday. It was him who was in charge of the
crates, it was him who was in charge of the red
sticks, it was him who was in charge of the
bottles that had the big green title “CYANIDE”.
But what could I do? Im a fish I'm no match for
The Hulk he'd turn me into smoked fish!
After a few weeks the overfishing had died down
the reef was restored to peace... Not quite!
“Bring me smoked fish I'm hungry”the chief
had yelled himself hoarse no sooner then 5
seconds had his cooks came hurry to him with a
brown fish. The chief took several sniffs at it …
“BRUCE!”. Bruce was in the chiefs hut faster
then you can blink an eye. “I smell GUN
POWDER!??! BECAUSE OF YOUR WRETCHED
FISHERMEN!” The chief had blood veins sticking
out his neck and his face was as red as a
sunset. Bruce was shivering in his boots the
chief was the only one he feared for he had a
voice of thunder! Bruce walked out the door
cursing the chief under his breath “oh and one
more thing!” Bruce turned around “Take a bath
Bruce! You smell like my feet!”. Cyanide was
loaded into the boats and pushed out into the
water spearguns, tridents and nets were thrown
into the boat.
The struggle had begun!
In no time at all spearguns, tridents where
launched into the water it was every fish for
himself! There was no dynamite so most fish got
away . The dead was put into the net and
hoisted into the light about one by one we got
killed their aiming was terrible! We started
having fun by dodging and swimming in circles!
“ their making fun of us!” one of the crew
“Send in the cyanide!”Bruce whispered in a
Soon numbers were falling! This time it was too
late for anything even for running, besides Buzz
didn't want to...
Right then a spear shot through Buzz and the
last thing was the glimmering light of the
A few weeks later...
There was nothing left of the coral reef just
those of the dead. The village was left to starve
the chief was furious! At Bruce he kicked him
out of the village and was not seen.
On a cloudy day the chief was desperate for
idea the suddenly the light bulb in his head lit up!
He got his childhood fish tank, in there was
three of the most beautiful fish ever seen. He
gently tipped the fish in the water saying his last
farewells... Since that day there has been a
restricted limit of fish caught the dead fish were
thrown into the water for coral to regrow and
then it would be recycled.