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Death Aquatic

Waves capable of decimating cities, the deep sea is a bone yard for some of humankind’s greatest inventions… And they don’t call it “Davey Jone’s Locker” for for no reason…

Story by Teo J. Babini Photos by Muge Karamanci
Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

I’ve always maintained a strange relationship with the sea… The romance is ongoing. When I was younger she taught me how to swim, not for sport, but for leisure. There is nothing like a refreshing dip in the cool ocean on a hot day, letting the sun dry lines of salt on freshly browned skin, smooth from the sand.

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Even from a distance I feel her pull. Visions of never ending blue and the sound of waves lulling me to sleep through open windows, carried in on a humid breeze; stomach fat from fresh fish that she provides.

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

A Trans-Atlantic vessel. She is the neighbor of tropical palms, and playmate of the rocky Mediterranean shores. She is home to Polynesian corals… Everywhere I’ve been, she’s already there, waiting to greet me. A universal welcome, a friendly face in places far from home.

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

But, she is also a boundary, a warning not to wade too far from the land, for we have no business in the depths of her expanse. I went snorkeling once and thought I was gonna drown. It’s a matter of not wanting to see it coming. A bear is much more dangerous than a shark, but somehow I’d take my chances with soil beneath me any day, crosses tattooed on my feet to keep them away.

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

But the real question is this… Why should she be so hospitable? Human impact is turning a mass as fertile as the ocean into a desert. Between overfishing, oil spills and general pollution, it is her who should be afraid, not us. Not I.

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Alas, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned… And her fury is beyond comprehension. Waves capable of decimating cities, the deep sea is a bone yard for some of humankind’s greatest inventions… And they don’t call it “Davey Jone’s Locker” for for no reason, once she swallows you, you’re cooked. A mass grave built from our own wickedness.

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

One Response to “Death Aquatic”

  1. Myron says:

    Greatly enjoyed the article .. and the photos are amazing.

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