Little water ripples dance, the water lapping up to a shore somewhere far, far away. The water as calm as can be. Some may find it boring. but it isn't. That one calm ocean, so nice one minute. But things change.

Within what seems like minutes changes can happen. The waves start to gradually get higher, and higher, and higher. The seas letting loose its anger, showing its rage. Careful now. you don't want to be a victim of its rage, have it lashing out you, angry enough to kill. when you've done nothing wrong.

Or perhaps you have? The waves toss and turn, maybe for a reason. The pollution in the ocean, oil, litter everything being flung about. The sea is raging, in pain, trying to get out of pain. trying to fling loose the oil and things inside it. its dying slowly, because of us. The waves wanting to live, shaking off everything, in a bout of relentless anger.

Boats overturning, its finally having its pay back. The sailors battle back, trying to row against it, the water being hurt more, it screaming its rage, causing ships to capsize. It grins a wicked grin, then carries on, sailors falling. it can't deny itself fresh food, nor can the inhabitants. The bigger predators like sharks are more than happy to make a meal of sailors, their blood spilling into the water, the red dull.

And once again, we have calm. The waves are dying. all because of us. The sun shines on the water. patches of red water from blood lying there. The inhabitants leaping in a strange sort of joy. Not that the water is dead, but because they just got their feast. The ripples go too, as the water is dead.

.But the next time the clouds come its reviatalised. goes to calm ripples. then sudden raging waves. More dying. The ocean a killer, though a victim of such cruelty. The cycle goes on. But apparently, it's always worth it to see the sunset reflecting on the water in such calm bouts. When seeing this, peoples hearts melt. they never know just how evil the ocean can be.