Tangled

An elegant Pedra Branca Skink slips through the ripply rocks of the island when suddenly a majestic figure swoops overhead, struggling against a piece of plastic, which it drops. 

Just like that, the skink was a prisoner.

Help.

In a tangle of confusion and dark blue netting, the skink makes a desperate move.

Into the digestive tract go the chemicals and plastic, the strings and poisons, and the skink starts to wither away.

Do you hear that?

That feeble whisper, the source of which is ghosting away to nothing?

Do you?