You might envision a sailboat at rest to be very quiet and peaceful. The wind gently moves the boat from side to side. Maybe there’s the sound of an errant halyard that wasn't lashed down with a bungee. Easily remedied. Once again, calm returns. But sometimes one hears this soft little sound.
|"Did you hear a 'plip' sound?" "Shhh, I'm trying|
to listen, and stop breathing in my ear."
|"Humans have a propensity to|
drop things into the water."
|"Why is that human lying on the ground?" "|
"She's taking pictures of us. Oh, fer cute."
|"And what is that crap over there?"|
|"Can we talk? I'm gonna ask real nicely. Please keep trash|
out of the ocean. Even little stuff can kill guys like me."