For the past two years you have worked to raise awareness about the problem of plastic marine debris (and by doing so proving yourself worthy to the executors of your father’s estate).
When you heard of this blight, it struck you: you had found your cause. In the week it took to cross the subtropical high, no matter what time of day I looked, plastic debris was floating everywhere: bottles, bottle caps, wrappers, fragments.” It seemed unbelievable, but I never found a clear spot. One fellow sailor described what he saw out there, far from land: “I was confronted, as far as the eye could see, with the sight of plastic. In conversations with other sailors you learned about something sinister in the ocean, something called the Great Pacific Garbage Patch, a floating island of plastic trash that has accumulated in the circulating currents of the North Pacific Ocean. Your love of the sea led you to the cause that you’ve adopted as your own. He was concerned that you would waste your life in idle leisure so he insisted that you demonstrate a commitment to some worthy cause before inheriting his wealth. Your extraordinarily wealthy father made it a stipulation of his will that you prove yourself worthy before accessing your inheritance. You are, however, a passionate activist for the health of the world’s oceans. The ocean is so much a part of your blood and history that you might be called an “old salt,” but you’re not that old and no one really talks that way anymore. You’ve seen a lot of the earth from the bobbing deck of your little yacht. You are a seasoned sailor, born into a family that spent its time cruising the bays and seas of the world.
Garbage island Patch#
Waste Group: You are an Activist Concerned with the Great Pacific Garbage Patch
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