It’s my birthday and I’ll cry if I want to

Tomorrow I will celebrate my one year anniversary as a Sea Shepherd crew member. Over the past 12 months I have sailed enough miles to circumnavigate the globe. I have been a part of defending two of the last remaining pristine wildernesses areas left on this planet; Antarctica and The Kimberley region in Western Australia. I’ve seen the same humpbacks breaching against the blue mountains of icebergs while they’re feeding in Antarctica, breach against the red cliffs of the Kimberley coast while they socialize and calve in Western Australia.

But today I find myself somewhere quite different; The Gulf of Mexico.

The Gulf of Mexico could not be more opposite to Antarctica and the Kimberley, it’s a picture example of what it means to ‘industrialize’ a body of water. Hundreds of oil rigs light up the horizon through the night and bright orange buoys scatter the surface attached to long lines that stretch their deadly tentacles 3 miles into the depths. In the Gulf we have sailed through oil slicks that we could smell before we could see them, casting their rainbow sheen over the horizon. Over a 100 miles from land we’ve picked up human trash in the form of styrofoam boxes, discarded fishing bouys, balloons celebrating birthdays and new borns and floating plastic versions of just about everything imaginable.

And this is just what’s on the surface...

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